Lyrics:
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them
im comin wit it
Stay down, they can never ever take away the crown
And if they get to acting crazy better blow em down
And they caught a nigga
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor
Yeah!
Ah yeah, who we doing?
[Chorus]
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Buck, buckin' 'em down
Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa
Keep ya head to the sky
(Keep ya head to the sky)
Keep ya head up
(Some things
'em down (Shut 'em down)
Yes, we shut 'em down
(War Criminals, Politicians, No Surrender, By any means)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut 'em
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Runnin shit track and field
Tell 'em go man fuck the yield
Hoppin out on his heels
On the block get highlight reeled
Having bucks reach and get
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
of the coldest motherfuckers
To spit these fast lyrics on one track
Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
Because I gotta get the fire know the shit don't
A blaze orange cap laying up on my dash
Slow riding down an old farm road
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
There's a little slice
the game with no padlock and chain
Some said that Buck went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original brown
ten bucks
You ain’t even have even have to spend much
At the two dollar movies we could all go for ten bucks
You ain’t even have even have to spend much
with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
naked, there's nothing to hide
Come carry my grievances down to the shore
Wash 'em away in the tumbling tide
I heard two cows in a conversation
One
)
Hear the gun shots sound, another black man down
'Nother innocent killed by the police, which side are you on?
All the violence is red and blue, oh
It, Before The IRS Take It
In The "A" They Say Let's Get It
In The Ville We Say Shake It (By)
Gucci This, Louie That, Buck Back
I Want It All
Bentley
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
fall.
Down will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm
I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
In other words
I'mma keep it a buck
I'mma keep it a bean
Ain't bout my niggas or handling business
You bitches don't fit in the scheme
Puttin' a tag on a toe
After
level up
Get bucks get bucks
Shit get tough imma handle it
Choppa make you do the dance and shit
Took ya hoe by chance and shit
Shit was easy not
Buck, buck, niggas get fucked, don't step to this
Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga
of the coldest motherfuckers
To spit these fast lyrics on one track
Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
Because I gotta get the fire know the shit don't
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