Lyrics:
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my pain
Without My Pain
It wouldn't be the same
bucks
That's right!
I really need the fifty bucks you know
I gotta get home! Yeah, I know
Your father is waiting for you
In the tool shed
That's right,
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it
Came home from school, and her mother said
"My daughter our daughter came
Home from school" and our companion said
Because, just like
I was about to say
dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home
I'm that guy, man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it
other
My mother, your mother, your mother, my mother
Your brother, my brother, my brother, your brother
This right here, you crack a bottle, put this
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail
We're goin' foot stomp stompin'
You know I
luck, I'm makin' some bucks
And goin' up vertical
I came from the dust, I learnt who to trust
I'm cut from the surgical
Now it's comin' full circle
'Cause
You've done better by me than I've done by you
Ohh, I'm drowning in you
Ohh, I'm drowning in you
I'm goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Well,
My mother said, "Son, that's the way it should be
Your name is Super Rhymes, you'll be an MC"
So then my father put me on a meteorite
Sent me
got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me
Got multiple homes pop off
My black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully
sic sic);
BUCK BUCK!
[VERSE ONE:]
I guess my mother had a bad Bone,
See back in the days she left all her little kids but
now a days she be like mad
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
Can’t bring your team with ya you a dirty mother fucker shit
Nigga ran off with that pack I put him on my bucket list
I ain’t with that sucker shit
I
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
Yeah, niggas already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man
Big Doe Beezy checkin' in
Niggas know who run the fuckin' city, nigga (no zap)
Fuck
to fade)
They don't know, what it feels
(To be down to your last buck)
(And no one really gives a mother, ha)
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for
, stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro
And keep your personal feelings home when you bendin'
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
mamas eyes does she look deprived
Is she happy ‘bout what she created?
Big bad wolfs we don’t die by no gun
We’ll pop at your trap house and inflate it
I
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