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Buck O Nine On A Mission

want to say im alive im on a mission, im on a mission courtesy of a condition my condition, my condition is something that you cant see im just looking for a better way im on this mission

follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody

follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody

Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on

on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga

on me? (Hate on me, yeah) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on

a screw driver Broke the tv niggaz watching knight rider This is pam jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house [ghostface] You know mooney is only a buck o

don't give a fuck Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut

ssy juicy I never gave a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin, f-