Lyrics:
Caught em by surprise gottem looking like what now
Really out my body finna blow like juntao
Get yo money stack yo riches
Im the realest god my witness
All
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
Spiders go up, we just live our lives
If you gotta pull up, you bet not kill my vibe
I'm already gonna blow up, I just made my mind
I could fuck your wife
the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car
ballin ballin ballin
Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin
Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh
Mama think I'm on that blow
Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we
My Wrestlemania XIV VHS broke
And so did my heart
The entire thing is a mess man
It's falling apart
How am I gonna rewatch Triple H versus Owen Hart
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
Runnin up da racks then blow it
Mixing Rick Owens with Tom ford
In the kitchen beating dope like Floyd
These niggas ain't making no noise yeh
Nigga having
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
you gotta ride in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, cause I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN!
I always leave my barrel smokin
Throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't
gonna make me rich
the Kaze
my Klan
my click
must buck
'cause there's no testin us
pop em and drop em
lock em and top em
all up in my trunk
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Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they fuck with me
Real nigga, never telling lies, when I'm killin shit is when I feel alive
She wanna bust
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
don't die today, I'm gonna try an change the world
And let's change the world (Change the world)
And let's change the world (Change the world)
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
Rick Owen all in my phone
You know with me, cuz she blow my phone
And you know with me, cuz I'm all alone
Smokin' them blunts E.T. phone home
You know
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
got my damn phone bugged
[Chorus]
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm
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