Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live
Yo yo yo yo whats crackin?
Its the one and only Buc-motherfuckin-Fifty
Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville
Ive got a license to kill
And as for these bitches on the street, that love my sex
But yall feel my depth appeal, yes its real
Buc-fuckin-Fifty
Im young and deadly, that real nigga you pretend to be
Armed heavily, quick on the draw, youre levelheaded G
Fuck sensitivity I aint gentle B
Im head buttin, punk motherfuckin niggas for frontin
Shake it on the ground chokin on they own blood and
Make your nose bone fuck your brains, when Im buggin
Then I just laugh like I was playin the dozens
Cause you cant do me nothin its like styles my custom
How I function, as a man from a munchkin
I keep thumpin, run with a shady bunch and
We was Murderville when Laverne was money-earnin
Getting money like the Persians across the country burnin
Anything movin, any corner that we turnin
And knowledge aint one thing that Im concerned with
Deadly hand speeders while you niggas cant stand me
Come through and reject yo shit like Mokas candy
I hear know excuses make sure you understand me
Almost doesnt count my nigga ask Brandy
Full house, royal flush, what you holdin?
Youll be foldin, fuckin with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the King of Spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev One, Poker Face
Im a razor blade the face it turn cross the line
And when it comes to path dont cross mine
Its strange though, devil with the face of an angel
Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbow
Scorpion king that slowly return
Purified by pain reason fire burn
Bitch so stupid got your thong on wrong
Im a cygone bomb, with my fire-on arm
Im raw with this flawless lawlessness
Three stars rest to yall of astrologists
College kids, download these songs and acknowledge this
Shock or rock bottom with the high alcohol tolerance
Skin stay thick, now duck cause you fuckers suck a trick
Yo you shouldnt gamble, with things you cant handle
Horrid morbid speak in leakin fluid
If he can do it, then why cant I?
Cause he cant fly he stays grounded, safe to say Im bout it
When it comes time to turn it out, its my specialty
Effortlessly destined to death, we all ears
Theres marijuana in my pits, this life is twisted
Kiss the distance welcome to hitsville
Shit it bangs its a snake pit gang out
Boa Constrictor, stick to dialogue that differs
Leave you stiff you no-go, deader than do-dos
Plus I look good in photos, hittin locos
Battleaxe Soldiers you Homo Erectus
City to city Tokyo to Soho they expect us
Toys aint us, poison tusk, dawn til dusk
We bust enough of this good stuff to smack your lips
If you riff, peace to lift
My release date on the streets will never shift
Cause beats like this I rock them well, Doctor Ill
Talk to myself walk and kill, the space and fill
The holes with mace, pray the sky grace your place
With my presence and draw the line
Its clobberin time, like Im made of stone
If its my thing you can swing while we rock the phones
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