sin) The cook out, yo, everybody's invited Only the righteous shit (only the righteousness, open the bowl kid) The God degree (nothing but righteousness
to the ghettos everywhere, uh, yeah We're gonna do it to ya And it go a little somethin' like dis, check it out I'm 'bouts to get buck-wicked, buck-
the mic with intellect Don't pay attention you'll get stuck You're straight outta luck 'Cause niggas been beamin' you And they schemin' for fast bucks
you can watch 'em struggling For a small piece of luck They won't die with a smile on their trace For possession they'd kill their mothers For some bucks
could sang and if you feel some yellow drips on your skull it ain't rain. (Chorus) That bitch ass on the front of a buck never gave a fuck he forced
Clocking marks Up on the east side No kids with 40's Shootin' dices under street lights And buck guns Here thugs swingin' samurais In street fights But buck
be lyrical,yuh see me ah sjow dem say (((fuh real!))) Don't be hypocritical,this critical (((woh!))) Righteousness! praise
in the motherfuckin' tall can face Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke Make way, say hey, check my display Buck the shit til your tape busts (Buck
do it" (Iriscience) Yo, yo, I buck shots, lick shots, take shots, give shots Headliners know, this year we switch spots Check it, I spit it for the righteous
for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for the righteous
was not invited! Put'em in a coffin before they get me man. Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang. Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin We buck! Nigga better
pain Now if you still got some gangsta in you, I want you to put your pistol in the air, and let that motherfucker go buck buck buck And they never
llama to your appendix (aiight) And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck
[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"] [Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when
shots for snares Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care They don't give a fuck just like we don't give a fuck Righteous man get bucked and some stopped
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous
seen worser days when some of my so called friends wasn't around when I ain't have a verse to say I quench my thirst today with righteous thoughts of mine cuz righteous
[Verse1 - Lowkey] From West 10 to the West Bank, I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand, Never work for a Zionist