[Chorus]
All my n***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
N***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy

[Verse 1]
Time to take this shit to a level many thought was dead
Recording what I read, and try to fuck up a n***a head
Not saying ‘fuck peace,’ but now ain’t the time for that
Grab the mic, and show a muthafucka where it’s at
Twisted off the dope I twisted, flip and lift it
Enlisted in this hip-hop business to get them riches
Hardcore freaky bitches dig me ‘cause I shoot much game
Fuck the fame, fuck your name, Ball ain’t lame
Aggravated, barbiturates, and bong hits
Mixed with D10 clips, talon tip zip
Cutting wind, put a bitch life to an end
Stop your grin, put a baguette print on your chin
Ain’t no friends in this dirty game we all play
That’s why we gotta pray and thank the Lord for another day
Kill with a pen, Memphian, Babylonian
Widespread destruction as the whole world ends
[Chorus]
All my n***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
N***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get bucked
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy

[Verse 2]
We gets live when the beat’s bumpin’, smoking something
Lyrical homicides lead to late night body dumpin’
Stumblin’, bass rumblin’, bitches mumblin’
Thinking they the bomb when they known for dick fondlin’
I be wondering who can flip it like Eightball and
Rip a stage apart like I do them bitches drawers, man
Pause, man, if you thinking you can withstand
Poetic pimpin’ trappin’ hoes like quicksand
Big man, big Ball, fuckin’ up all of y’all
Before I learned to crawl, dawg, I was taught to ball
Taught to get up when I fall, and play them hoes
And keep that white shit out of my muthafuckin’ nose
Hey cheeba—definition: smoking reefer
The shit I smoke ain’t cheaper but it makes you think deeper
Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, bitch
It ain’t no mistaking this with that fake gangsta shit
[Chorus]
All my n***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
N***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get bucked
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy

[Verse 3]
Fake n***as wanna act like they got heart but they don’t fool me
Drunk ass flaugin’ n***as tryna get unruly
Do me and die from all, the shit I be poppin’
Heart stoppin’, droppin’ bombs like the Green Goblin
Gothic prophet preaching to my lost civilization
Medication turn my sanity to sanitation
What’s real, though, is how my brain create the flow
Mouth spit the flow of how the South kicked in the door
Pull raps like gats and told you bitches to step back
Drive-by style, n***a, riding one of T-Mix tracks
Spittin’ facts, ‘cause fiction get the Feds’ attention
Agents taking pictures, buggin’, tryna hear me mention
Drug connections, and thug connections
Hoes I had sex with, and n***as I had to flex with
But I be on some 3004 shit, futuristic space age pimp shit
And ain’t nothin’ stopping this
[Chorus]
All my n***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
N***as, if you feel what I’m saying, get bucked
If some n***as wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy