Buck 50 - Remix
You a clone you don't to want to start with me man
Because up on your bones is where I'll sharpen my fangs
To those who hate I'll straight eat your face
Then put you up in the deepest lake and won't leave a trace
I should just beat the brakes up off you Jack
You sweet like Easter cake with your frosting raps
That's why I beast on cats that's talking smack
And best believe my backs where the targets at facts
Write it down and start jotting notes
Emcees is in my sack and they jock ing quotes
Oh but I'm a man I don't need no squabbling
I'd just rather lamp and puff trees green as goblins
Or I'm with a madam proceed the slobbering
Lift you off your feet and Van Damn your squadron
And that's what you gonna get from me when you bothering
The kid in his personal zone
Run your lips then I'll get on some shit and shut the curtains in your home
Word pa I don't care if you alone
I really wanna see if you got clips up in your chrome
Yeah dog that's the shit that I'm on
So you can sit back and just sip that lemon
Have a minute take a drink and think about your next move
Or you'll be breathing out of test tubes
Yes dude it's all truth over here
I shoot my gift just like two souvenirs
I carried more than a few crews for years
And this is what I get for paying dues to these queers
Cheers have a drink on me huh bum bastard
Because up on your bones is where I'll sharpen my fangs
To those who hate I'll straight eat your face
Then put you up in the deepest lake and won't leave a trace
I should just beat the brakes up off you Jack
You sweet like Easter cake with your frosting raps
That's why I beast on cats that's talking smack
And best believe my backs where the targets at facts
Write it down and start jotting notes
Emcees is in my sack and they jock ing quotes
Oh but I'm a man I don't need no squabbling
I'd just rather lamp and puff trees green as goblins
Or I'm with a madam proceed the slobbering
Lift you off your feet and Van Damn your squadron
And that's what you gonna get from me when you bothering
The kid in his personal zone
Run your lips then I'll get on some shit and shut the curtains in your home
Word pa I don't care if you alone
I really wanna see if you got clips up in your chrome
Yeah dog that's the shit that I'm on
So you can sit back and just sip that lemon
Have a minute take a drink and think about your next move
Or you'll be breathing out of test tubes
Yes dude it's all truth over here
I shoot my gift just like two souvenirs
I carried more than a few crews for years
And this is what I get for paying dues to these queers
Cheers have a drink on me huh bum bastard
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Writer(s): Alfred Lapitino Iii
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