your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this kick There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe But she don't know it, damn, ok go away
down to your highness Or go against the grain and get moved on with llamas Rappers keep sayin' they bringin' New York back I ain't go no where, I am
a fuck Either or you weren't gonna win them things, buck, buck, buck Worst thing is, when you pull that trigger and that thing is stuck Go ahead and
best black champ we had in a while like Booker T One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T You little pussies get fucked Here go the douche for
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-G-G-Unit, haha Vacate your home, I come to break your bones America's nightmare, we at it again A desert eagle
Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali Llama The flow is aqua,
of the steel I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap peeled I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed [Young Buck Verse] I got, his homies screamin' Buck
llama Then we had to pause like a comma Cause someone got stuck and buck and family was outside with trama We heard the shots from inside and went there when the gats go
Haha.. Haha When nobody knows all the walls you go through You cant even talk to those that supposedly know you Some of the levels that these people'll go
the steel I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed Young Buck Verse- I got, his homies screamin' Buck
the alley with iron and thumper Take it to the hands like the brand new linen Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him You dealing with a night
.P status In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest Word to the mommy Any fool try me Get hit wit the Llama Fuck cuminana Chorus - Teflon
ready Let em go ? they ain't ready man, I don't think they ready STOP! Ya'll ain't really ready [HOOK:] Go buck with the angels Buck with the angels [Repeat] STOP! GO
bow down to your highness Or go against the grain and get moved on with llamas Rappers keep sayin' they bringin' New York back I ain't go no where, I
Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali Llama The flow is aqua, pa,
llama to your appendix (aiight) And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck
love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this kick There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe But she don't know it, damn, ok go
The baseball bat, switchblade or screwdiver. The Llam' got a kick like Rowdy Rowdy Piper I put ya brain all over ya windshield wiper. Nigga go practice