8Ball - Get Bucked lyrics

All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get buck if some niggas 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
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some niggas 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

Time to take this shit to a
Level many thought was dead
Recording what I read
And try to fuck up a nigga 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 hit's
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

All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get buck if some niggas 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
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get bucked if some niggas 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

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

All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get buck if some niggas 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
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get bucked if some niggas 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

Fake niggas wanna act like they got
Heart but they don’t fool me
Drunk ass flaugin’ niggas 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, nigga
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 niggas I had to flex with
But, I be on some 3004 shit
Futuristic space age pimp shit
And ain’t nothin’ stopping this

All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get buck if some niggas 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
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying
Get bucked if some niggas 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