Buck on Em — текст песни (Clinton Sparks f Freeway, Mully Man)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Buck on them niggaz who hate, who wanna be in my shoes
Live my life but can`t carry my weight

[Verse One: Freeway]
Uhh! From Philly to B-More Free
Deliver roast off the whip like a grown man and
Grab they weight take it back and forth
Similar to Chris Storm, my life goin up and down
Caught up in traffic again, long as there`s change involved
You can count most of us they stand for the word {?}
We rat-a-tat-tat-tat to your thongs, put your homies on a stretcher
And we leave your homies naked to make sure you get the message
Dog - it`s fucked up, I get some bricks from the `Ricans
Couple pounds from the Jamaicans, got some Haitians that I`m eatin off
Long as, I`m on, time with the paper
They on time, with the package, I`m on time, with the `matics
If you tryin to take the paper, we tryin to get this paper
We ain`t scared to make the papers we will let you niggaz have it
Dog - uhh, we got connects, like The Wire
To connect you to the wire your new diet`ll be applesauce

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Mully Man]
Yo it`s me again, same kid from {Bentlo?} and Riggs
Used to stay catchin drama under Lafayette Bridge
Food stamps help us keep a lil` food in the fridge
Ribs touchin like {?} so you know what I did
Bought `em more to the heart, wanted more from the start
Tryin to fix broken promise `til it tore me apart
Just a lil` kid in a Harm City episode
The Wire`s just the half, you will never know
What`s really good in the hood with the grammar
John Henry verses, the machine with the hammer
Too many niggaz that I love in the slammers
Sleep by the block-o I, D by them cameras
So from this day, dough we done it this way
From, oh so long we now become strong
With this verse I took the curse, of the city on my back
In the, name of the Lord I put my life on that
Let`s go

[Chorus]