Buck 'Em

(Buck 'em)
Damn, this shit sound low than a motherfucker in my earphones
Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga

As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome and gets in your system
Shootin' off rhymes like a pistol
Fuckin' your clique off with this blow
This ho, that ho make me rich
Snoop Dogg, please won't you break that biatch?
I'm back in the game gettin' my dough
And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so

Do it to 'em, D.O
'Cause on the real, dog you the hardest nigga we know
I'm shakin' 'em off, breakin' 'em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin' him off
Here's a shout-out to those with a plot out
Fool, we should have got out, now you gettin' popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth

For real nigga, did you hear me? Ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha-ha
Now ain't that a trip? (What, what)
You need to get up off of that bullshit, c'mon

(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, nigga, the money is all green
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Cock it back, ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap

(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Shit on wasted
Rather see death than be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

(Buck 'em), the scene is set (set)
And it's a million bitch niggas 'bout to straight get wet
I walk 'em all in the street (fuck 'em)
I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
(Fuck 'em) with no remorse, nigga cut 'em down
Love the way we shut 'em down, shit, it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now
Nigga where your homies now? Half them niggas funny style

(Fuck 'em) it's 'bout to get shitty now
Doggy 'bout to get him now 'cause you better sit him down
Nigga, what up now? You act like a bitch
You bound to get fucked, you trick ass snitch
(Fuck 'em) boy, we on a rampage
Rippin' up this damn stage, yeah, it's still a G thang
Slammin' doors, slappin' hoes
Cuz, fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows

If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfuckin' vapors
Biatch, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullshit, c'mon

(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, nigga, the money is all green
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Cock it back, ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap

(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Shit on wasted
Rather see death than be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it
(Buck 'em)



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Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Melvin Charles Bradford, Kirk Jones, Cordozar C. Broadus
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