face of the crowd Plottin now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow But baby I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!) [Chorus] [Twista] You
's cool I slang for cash while she hit the books in school I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule Love for this thug when the world would seem
I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters Ain't gone make it to see another day At the age of
stage Table dance my blues away From officer easy to little bo peep She's a master of disguise She's sugar and spice, she's naughty and nice And she
trigger finger do something a lef the rude girl hypnotized For you it's just a thing, just another little fling But for me this is Heaven and the angel them a sing It's
shit It's just another day, drownin' my troubles with a forty That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty She asked me where's my crew at?
so real in my city its so fake got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the
it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she
know who it is, **** It's ya homeboy, Young Buck, **** And I just beat another **** **** case You know what it is, ****, **** **** **** The world keeps
I might spook 'em Choosen, you tryna be chosen, it's a white man's world If we win we losin', abusin' ya blessin' I'm givin' you a lesson, but it's goin
at poker But I'm a fool when love's at stake Because I can't conceal emotion What I'm feeling's always written on my face There's a gypsy down on Bleecker
her things in Jacob's, gettin' her rings She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a whore I know it and she don't say she one. The bitch show it how she
the gift To a chickadee talking about she's wanting to get with me Hey, I look up the block and see Lord kicking it with E Hon's like ?I want you?,
bucks are big, and let out ya asshole Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches 'Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches Buck, buck, buck
, I be comin' bad, got the sawed-off pump With night vision, infrared, so, play me like a pussy And you will get fucked, nigga, I'm hangin' out the truck Buck, buck, buck
rather just run 'cause either way it's one hell of a choice [Chorus] my car is like my own personal universe she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks
She lights another L up yo that's what's up She's good to go so I throw on some songs She peels of her jeans off and shows the thong It's a day in the
She's a part time, a part time Part time, she's a (Part time mutha) A part time, a part time Part time, she's a (Part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty