Mully Man, Freeway, Black Lo - Buck on Em lyrics

Buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes
Live my life but can't carry my weight

Uhh! From Philly to B-More Free
Deliver roast off the whip like
A grown man and
Grab they weight take it back and forth
Similar to Chris Storm
My life goin up and down
Caught up in traffic again
Long as there's change involved
You can count most of us they
Stand for the word?
We rat-a tat tat tat to your thongs
Put your homies on a stretcher
And we leave your homies naked to
Make sure you get the message
Dog - it's fucked up
I get some bricks from the 'Ricans
Couple pounds from the Jamaicans
Got some Haitians that I'm eatin off
Long as, I'm on, time with the paper
They on time, with the package, I'm on time
With the 'matics
If you tryin to take the paper
We tryin to get this paper
We ain't scared to make the papers we
Will let you niggas have it
Dog - uhh, we got connects, like The Wire
To connect you to the wire
Your new diet'll be applesauce

Yo it's me again
Same kid from Bentalou and Riggs
Used to stay catchin drama
Under Lafayette Bridge
Food stamps help us keep a
Lil' food in the fridge
Ribs touchin like so you know what I did
Bought 'em more to the heart
Wanted more from the start
Tryin to fix broken promise 'til
It tore me apart
Just a lil' kid in a Harm City episode
The Wire's just the half, you will never know
What's really good in the
Hood with the grammar john Henry verses
The machine with the hammer
Too many niggas that I love in the slammers
Sleep by the block-o I, D by them cameras
So from this day, dough we done it this way
From, oh so long we now become strong
With this verse I took the curse
Of the city on my back in the
Name of the Lord I put my life on that
Let's go