Lyrics:
you been good, play it down
I gotta do 'cause you look too good
Like ooh you gotta know how
You so effortlessly make
Me feel like I'm back in 7th
march in ranks with a vexed soul
To all the soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul!
[Verse 1]
This be the opening of the 7th seal
I'm
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
up on 7th street in Mansions they inherited
1800 and in step the du Ponts
Irenee du Pont was fleeing the war in France
he made the jaunt cause
of the future then to the past
Dusting off my path, I laugh before I crash
The cash doesn't rule when I grab my mask
Moving fast, 7th gear with a mic in my dash
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
7th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 8th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 9th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 10th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed
the man dem
Yeah, sometimes they gotta let you know that you different, I used to
Point guard, set the play on some ball shit
Poised tall, 7th grade,
a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
That's all right (buck, buck) I don't die
pay you in full (buck, buck)
But, I didn't mean it
Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I
Well it's the #1 Assassin
Provin' a point to many people
Some claim to be assassins
But to Bone there is no equal
And Bone will stand alone
And buck down
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
'cause I Cock My Shit,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off murderer, robber
Psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
'cause I Cock My
in a double face not a place to run
get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming tell god
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck
'em all, yeah, I'm burning it up
Aw naw, Big Snoop Dogg
You tuned in to the number one
Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
So get real fool,
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
had to do it to 'em
Forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right
You know what happen when I stay late, heh
Yea
Boy wonder
I
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
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