Letras:
Buck O Nine Other

Finally found what I was searching for It was here all along Had to travel all around the world Just to find that there's nothing wrong Wasn't made up

deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other

shit 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

in a coffin before they get me man Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine

graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five two o nine

'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip

named Krray they good as dead From the B-O-double, doin' double time And these tricks comin' up to bread We on some thugga shit We on some other shit

in 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

' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug smugglin'? If so, grab a nine