| Listen, this is side talk
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| You side-step to the side walk
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| Or ride off with the boss
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| See it’s y’all loss
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| If I ain’t coming around
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| Cuz I ain’t fucking around
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| I’m gone
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| Listen up, bro
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| I’mma let yo know
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| Fuck it, hit when I spit, I throw body blows
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| Why? |
| Every line is powerful enough
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| And now that you stuck
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| Next time you know, acknowledge the Buck
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| Cuz Duck-down is still arround
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| We ain’t going no-where
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| We iller now, fuck a rap line or a verse
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| We’re contemplating on letting this nine off first
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| But 'ma just chill and just work
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| To murk niggas ain’t worth the jerk that coming along
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| With bitch niggas like you, bird, hum along
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| I heard you making a song, but got no deal
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| Oh yeah, the record that you making so the cops don’t squeal
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| You amazing like blocking O’Neal — Not for real
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| You amazing everytme you think you shopping a deal
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| With ya — mixtape of the year
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| On ya side of the desk of an A&R sipping a beer
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| I chant 1−2-3
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| Let me know me if you’re ready for me… lawwd
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| Cuz if are, I’mma hit ya hard like Boa construct
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| You know it, it’s Buck
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| This little nigga blowing it up
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| I ain’t a killa
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| I am a vet
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| I am a threat
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| I am the reason that you sweat at night
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| Watch your neck
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| Disrespect ain’t a part of my vocab
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| Ya know that
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| Step to me, get caught like a slow cab
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| No jab, just hooks and bars
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| Hooked the underground first right after I hooked them stars
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| Got niggas in their cars bobbing their heads
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| Talking about — Buck ain’t shit
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| You heard what he said, off with his mouth
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| I coulda told you, when you like act like a bird
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| You get kicked when you come around, stupid, back on the curb
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| Listen, A word is a word, but that can cause war
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| Next time, watch your lips or watch your jaw |