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Buck on them niggaz who hate, who wanna be in my shoes
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Live my life but can't carry my weight
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[Verse One: Freeway]
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Uhh! From Philly to B-More Free
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Deliver roast off the whip like a grown man and
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Grab they weight take it back and forth
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Similar to Chris Storm, my life goin up and down
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Caught up in traffic again, long as there's change involved
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You can count most of us they stand for the word
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We rat-a-tat-tat-tat to your thongs, put your homies on a stretcher
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And we leave your homies naked to make sure you get the message
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Dog - it's fucked up, I get some bricks from the 'Ricans
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Couple pounds from the Jamaicans, got some Haitians that I'm eatin off
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Long as, I'm on, time with the paper
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They on time, with the package, I'm on time, with the 'matics
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If you tryin to take the paper, we tryin to get this paper
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We ain't scared to make the papers we will let you niggaz have it
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Dog - uhh, we got connects, like The Wire
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To connect you to the wire your new diet'll be applesauce
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Mully Man]
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Yo it's me again, same kid from {Bentlo?} and Riggs
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Used to stay catchin drama under Lafayette Bridge
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Food stamps help us keep a lil' food in the fridge
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Ribs touchin like so you know what I did
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Bought 'em more to the heart, wanted more from the start
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Tryin to fix broken promise 'til it tore me apart
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Just a lil' kid in a Harm City episode
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The Wire's just the half, you will never know
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What's really good in the hood with the grammar
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John Henry verses, the machine with the hammer
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Too many niggaz that I love in the slammers
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Sleep by the block-o I, D by them cameras
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So from this day, dough we done it this way
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From, oh so long we now become strong
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With this verse I took the curse, of the city on my back
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In the, name of the Lord I put my life on that
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Let's go
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[Chorus]
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Buck On Em
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Clinton Sparks |