ive got bills to pay but all i really want to do is sit back and drink a few and listen to my favorite songs OK but this problem seems to neve go away
and caine, let nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper, huh Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them
everyday thang, it's an everyday thang It's an everyday thang, thang It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang It's an everyday buck, buck, buck,
our triggers go Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun I seen that O.G. gettin' up as he began to run I grab my nine; it's time them niggas
a bigger hole in his soul If he get away running out my back door with me sawed-off swinging Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap, pap, pow I claim
and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still
these high-speedaz, police they be the Rosco Bico train, swervin in an outta lanes, runnin from O-H-A, what they throw away, eh, though, eh, way
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy Killa...holla....listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy) Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy) Your moms will
heard? It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe? Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater Roll with the R O C-A-Fella Remember
graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five two o nine
Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me Had to put my monte carlo away got myself
tha flo' it's a t-k-o all you heard was Big Chan don't hit me no mo' shit this ain't a game street niggas know the m-o I kill em with words serve
A muthafuckin' thug in perfect harmony Harmony, harmony, harmony In state to state, in state to state - Everywhere they playa hate, they playa hate Buck 'em, buck 'em, buck
mad, we the real number oners Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the B-O
you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck,
bucks are big, and let out ya asshole Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches 'Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches Buck, buck, buck
