Lyrics:
Really on some buck the system shit
Buck buck buck buck the system
Im onna mission
Im riding wit it i gotta get it
Free my loved ones out
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they fuck with me
My niggas keep it a buck
schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off murderer, robber
Psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck
like a billion with a hundred bucks
Hundred bucks, hundred bucks
Feeling like a billion with a hundred bucks
Hundred bucks, hundred bucks
Feeling like
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
to Minneapolis
I pull up in a Mini and get buck wild
Moving it shaking it by the pound
West bank, wild n out
Trying to see what that's all about
First Ave
bucks
Big bucks in this car
That's a brinks truck
Big bucks in this car
That's a brinks truck
I'm feeling like a million bucks
Getting money that's
the choppers
Probably die as a young nigga
Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta
Probably die as a young nigga
Keep your eyes on me baby (buck, buck, buck
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
{*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch your
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
Never stop
We're on top
Yeah Fearless J on the cut bit
Nailin the treys like I'm Trae
Lookin at bucks cause I'm huntin my prey
Smokin the Bud cause we got
[Buckshot, Ice-T]
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step
[Buckshot Shorty]
Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell
WHAT THE FUCK YOU CALCULATING
CUZ IM MAKING BUCKS
OKAY LIKE
WHAT THE FUCK YOU CALCULATING
SUBTRACT ALL MY FUCKS
OKAY LIKE
WHAT THE FUCK YOU CALCULATING
Whoa, sett, yeah, Trae damn Trae, Damn Trae
Damn, uh, damn, uh damn, uh
I got two flights, I got jet lag, huh (Sett)
My girl like Nicki, she so bad
I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
11 bad hoes, bitch
Ooh, yeah
I feel like Monta, bitch, I feel like Monta
Ooh!
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, bitch
I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh,
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
The road to glory tends to take a lot away
Carpe Diem, seize the day, I'm seizing everything
Getting it by any means, you'll have to bury me
Before I
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus
(David Banner)
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump
If you want to know, just how the story goes
From being in the sto's, to rocking every show
We be rolling tires, the Maab is on the rise
Trae
It's so buck wild
When you hit me with that smile
You caught me by surprise
I can't even get you out of my mind
Oh, it's so buck wild
Talk with me
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
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