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"We Gon' Buck"

Verse 1: (Noreaga)

I blow shots at these faggots, these n*ggas is herbs
My vertical switch, converted with nerve
Catch my anywhere, gun down, hand on my di*k
These hoes love me, these n*ggas just salute the God
I boosted cars, now I just cop and spend loot at bars
I got little paper, these cats still hatin'
But now I send shots racin', shots like Gary Payton
I'm Jose, I'm half God and half Satan
I f*ck with Lake, dump bodies in the lake
Ain't no tellin' what othet measurements we take
I brought my n*ggas out the hood yo, not just me
And now Maze live in Jers' and Mussolini
And I'm a n*gga that flip sh*t and just hawk spit
These n*ggas had beef but now they wanna squash it
I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack
It's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit of rap

Chorus (Noreaga)

Yo Lake, what the f*ck man?
c*ck the calicko, make these n*ggas duck man
They outta luck man
And we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man

Verse 2: (Lake)

It's like the game is over, soldiers don't listen
b*tches ain't loyal and generals is snitchin'
My breed is becoming extinct, we all dyin'
Layin' in the Mountains or on the run hidin'
Livest n*ggas is comin' home gettin' jobs
It hurts my heart to see a real n*ggas starve
Carved a n*ggas face so bad in a rumble
They had me in the bing in the fall wearin' a muzzle
Bubble for my n*ggas in prison wearin' mittens
When you get the privelege of freedom start livin'
I spit it with integrity, still keep it thorough'n
Move heroin every town and borough I'm in
A candy store with Christian Diore
On Iceburg Valore with suede beiges on
I morn on the born of my dog thats in the essence
Express and live on, I incorporate the jail letters
My life is epic, accept it, I'm what you wanna be
Before I let 'em cuff me white sheets 'll cover me
Why? cause I'm a serious n*gga with a serious mind
So if I get locked up I'll be serious time


Hey yo 'pone, what the f*ck man
Grab the Calicko, make these n*ggas duck man
They outta luck man
And we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man

Verse 3: (Capone)

Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish
Move with a deathwish, bullets turn brolic n*ggas anorexic
Life's hectic, push weight and records
Still spazzin', take your necklace, I stay connected
Spit any n*ggas block on lean
Tinted glass, three inches cracked down, Mac in between
Cut school, got paid slingin' crack to the dean
Seen a heemy head blow turn back to a fiend
Capone, Luciano, and Mega, Noreaga
Here to drop anonymous tips, b*tches flip for the right paper
It's pain, time, and glory, the essence of the thoroughest n*gga, I rest
My faith in the corner
Watch me get up on ya

(Phone rings)

(Mega) yo
(Lake) yo Mega it's Lake
(Mega) whassup?
(Lake) yo, 'pone 'bout to holla at you
(Mega) about what?
(Lake) I can't get into it over the phonehe 'bout to come at you right
(Mega) aight

Chorus (Capone)

Ayyo Mega what the f*ck man
Grab the calicko, make these n*ggas duck man
They outta luck man
And we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man

Verse 4: (Mega)

My life is blood money and big guns
I'm the n*gga your connect get hit from
Hello, and I rep the ghetto, how real is that?
n*gga you too c*cky
I'm like 2Pac, who could stop me?
I got a message from Papi
Who the body in the trunk? I wanna know like Joe
My flow ill like 'pone's Tahoe
f*ck the fake sh*t
Son, look at us, we all did state bids
I'm in it to win but I lost my patience
n*ggas def, dumb, and blind when I floss my bracelet
In Queensbridge, in the scene with Benzes and Beamers
n*ggas who hate cops and love squeezin'
Whats the meanin'? all hail the thug allegiance
Tryin' to get right cause I don't want my unborn seeds slingin'
The Mantana sh*t, banana clips
Bringin' to n*ggas if my Man is hit

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