bullets, rhymes I pack In my flow gun, so son, ya better run, 'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} And when my jam hits
I pack In my flow gun, so son, ya better run, 'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} And when my jam hits
young G, come to take 'em to school This young G, they call him Slimm This young G This young G, come to cut the fool This young G, come to take 'em
nigga? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck
? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck
us, it can never bound us Who can I trust, don't give a fuck I'm out to get the juice and take the bucks Hit 'em up, with the (?) why they murder us But
same one I had when I first bumped Tribe Or the vibe that you felt taking that Bizarre Ride I'm gonna put it in the mix for your own ears to hear I was a young buck
young in the hospital receiving stitches Making me vicious Peeping cretons with mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious Running through glenwood pj's as a young buck
deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had
a plot I take yo block over Wit the nitroglycerian rock They got us fucked up. Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)* They got us fucked up I've been tough Since a young buck
jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees Ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front Yo, take that
Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs,
[x2] Left Foot Right Foot Swing Em Both With Your Fist Better Keep Em Moving Your Ass Might Get Hit Hits Dont Count When You Buck Back To Or Get Ready
zone I saw my cousin Navier, eyes bucking out his head Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he's on his way out By this time, I took two hits from
like I hits dome called dome called dome called body shit [HOOK] [Verse 3:] Every since I, was a young buck nigga I ain't never in my life been a young
one I had when I first bumped Tribe Or the vibe that you felt taking that Bizarre Ride I'm gonna put it in the mix for your own ears to hear I was a young buck
I keep it real wit my family and I take responsibility But I can understand why niggaz buck Cuz it's a fucked up world But what if your stray bullet ever hits