dealing just with themselves most people are just narcissistic or they're just temporarily disconnected These people got lots to say but they don't have much to hear...Split! Split
time dealing just with themselves most people are just narcissistic or they're just temporarily disconnected These people got lots to say but they don't have much to hear...Split! Split
ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck
me man. Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang. Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin We buck! Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
go through this little, (spin 'em) Most of what goes around, comes around Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us To the chest, Flesh buck buck
: (feat. Fatal Hussein) (Ja Rule) Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga Haha, life is good . . . a yo It's a
ease the pain They used to tell me that God was cryin' whenever it'd rain, I Grew up without my momma and my father, just me and my sisters, and They split
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck
bruise easily come They go through this little, spin 'em Most of what goes around, comes around, ooh Bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna Test us to the chest, flesh buck, buck
eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know
shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck
in a coffin before they get me man Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga
the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
fuck 'em but they don't fuck me who owe me money in the streets? try to duck me wigs get split like bananas, trust me keep it butter, call me Land 'O
FUCK GETTIN OLD MONEY TAH FOLD KILLA SHOW SHOOTIN LEDGE HOES LICK THEN SPLIT DONT TRUST NO SETUP HOES WHERE DEM CLOTHES GRINDIN IN THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE ONE NINE
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