bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck
ve said it And if some come run only to visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate that wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck
it's me and my niggas, all the guerrillas, killas Still I'm puttin' Biblical bop Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock I am waiting
the sky Doing about 100 in the fast lane Windows wide open Doing about 100 in the fast lane Windows wide open Screaming I'll fuck the world It came different, these young bucks
we're sellin' records overseas Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up 'Cause you can catch a quick drop For tryin' to take the Schnicks' props So tick
here to get mine Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes Me, D.M.C. the only MC Rock shock the house and I'm still cock-dee Brothers know my style D. Mac buck
let it rain with a unforgettable aim Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us Buck instead I'm lookin for a
of me Black talons rippin through yo body The sight of a blood scene Murder is what I fiend For I saw the darkest hour The clock ticks well You feel the
and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger So step but you better step quick from the mutha-fuckin' underground Cause the clocks goin' tick
care (B-Legit) I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell (40) A tick a tock, the
right, side, side Gonna work it out Gonna work it out Left right, side, side Now work it out Gonna work it out Get buck, get buck Get buck, get buck
my stroll on till I get mine But, nevertheless I got my pay, if you wanna play me I'm gon' buck (buck...) with my gauge Go ahead, make my day Either
never forget like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the
a gun rack hangin' in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale around here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick
Have you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum? Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a Blue Tick and a gun? Patted
deal cause there aint no boss callin' me hoss ticking me off on the edge of this corn field on my second box of winchester hundred grains aint seen a big buck
sleeve I can make a room freeze Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes weak when they look at my physique French on my feet cost a buck
