| Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
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| When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck’s County
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| But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that’s whack
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| I can’t eat like that
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| Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desi hit you
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| When you thought I was just talking shit like Freddie Mitchell
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| You ain’t ready, is you? |
| I invest in every pistol
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| Aim on point like a steady missile
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| Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs
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| Where the weed at? |
| I need that drug, cause I’m addicted to it
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| Rhyme-boxes start spitting fluid
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| When y’all do it, seem don’t nobody listen to it
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| Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich
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| Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it
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| Word to Pazienza, smack your men’s up, crack your limbs up
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| And leave you fucked up like a Latin’s liver
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| So listen up
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| They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
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| You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
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| Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges
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| This is the start of you dying, Plan' spit with the heart of a lion
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| The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron
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| Pointed at your fucking chest, bitch niggas is crying
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| I’m with Reef the Lost Cauze and we causing the violence
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| We causing the murder that causing niggas carrying burners
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| We the cause and effect of life, it’s hard to observe us
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| You don’t understand, we got the upper-hand spitting
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| First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitching
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| You could tell I’m a Pun fan when I’m spitting
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| Rappers like me are hard to come by, like copping Summer Jam tickets
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| You need to focus before you think or approach us
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| You scream «player» dog, we the coaches
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| Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious
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| You niggas is costarring, we the stars of this epic
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| Unveiling the secret is more than fairy tales when we preaching
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| This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teaching
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| Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style
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| Y’all reminding me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile
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| I wanna see everybody in the place wild
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| Anybody move, buck 'em in they face «Blaow!»
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| I stay bent, daddy, night and day
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| Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay
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| It ain’t nice, but it’s right to say
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| It’s real, when the cat gone, mice will play
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| It’s ice today, but tomorrow you breathless
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| My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts
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| We grab at your necklace, there’s no other way
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| We bring it back to the East like we brother J
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| Any fucking day, you could come see us
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| North, South, West Philly, you don’t wanna meet us
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| We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos
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| Fuck it! |
| Let they brains blow
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| They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
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| They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
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| They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
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| They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement |