plays the streets so close Still bring pain Fire more shots than y'all motherfuckers do in that Max Payne game Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out D blockin' 'em
번역: Common. 벅 '그들 다운 자유형.
번역: 탈리브 Kweli. 벅 '그들 다운 자유형.
after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck - The Beef be - fled the
's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks
But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head
meet ya down at the Citgo yeah I sell a little yeah thats how I lick em yeah thats what I give them yeah thats how I sick em throwing a hot potatoe these
a meal in my life Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write We fight, fuck, get buck wild Kill, chill, make love, have child Freestyle,
never do it, i never stop, its the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont
my dick Matter of fact You's a trick Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less You be selling your rhymes Like it was two bucks of stress Just a little
Southside representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down
Po-yo On the low low Im a young pro In this game I ain't lame Rolling down on chops Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane Coming down freestyle, playa buck
back and bury you face down Just remember nigga: I'm freddie the foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down Chorus
black gat, can't come wack 'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap Now they call me up, all on nuts Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks Sippin' on Dom
bury you wit a brick See the streets is watchin', more money more haters Fuck em' all keep flosin', more linen, more gators I rap now, still hit the block for a buck
must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol My side is all ryders yall side dont buy tickets I love them fly swattin bitches, my fly down when im wit em
The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top Getting faded telling people to suck it Bucking 'em down
your back and bury you face down Just remember nigga: I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down Chorus