Hook:
Buck always gon' be ridin thru the hood
so sick with the hood, my clique run the hood
brooklyn, inglewood, down south, up north..
raize ya sets up high n tell ya boy its ALL GOOD!

Verse:
I stay posted in the ''hood'' like a Car Engine..
the way i elevated you'd think my flows propped up by Suspension..
its all Tension, grab the mic, Resight, an show y'all whats Right...
bitch you wanna fight? yeah i'm callin out names...
only time you ''ball'' is lickin an givin Brains...
Jesus escobar you aint gon get Very-Far...
immiatatin Nas? nigga Hate Me Now..
you was on my dick pm'n me trynna be Down..
tellin i'm sick, wantin ta be one of my Soldiers...
asked ta be in 1st floor so i could Mold-Ya
i done told ya, its buck on the Mic i'm tight as a virgin Dyke...
me n you BITCH, we nothin at all alike..
Saken out here hatin, sayin ''dogg you on my Boo List''
all i said was Canadians are ugly, now the dudes Pissed (haha)
nigga whats the cussin all ABOOT?
Diffrence between me n you?......
...........i run the street an you askin for the ''Rv Loot''
i wont shoot, naw, ya not worth the Energy
i hate you, you hate yourself, hey we got a common Enemy
Ho's be bellin-me, ''Buck baby whats good?''
stick 6 sick shots too a Bitch, cause thats how we roll in my Hood..
i'm so Misunderstood, i dont like Beef, man......
i was a Vegetarian until you ho's ran ya mouth, Man..
now i cut ya up an stick u in the Oven, like a 9 ounce Steak..
this free is like your in the kitchen kids....
.....its whatever you wanna MAKE! (Hahahaaaaa)

Talkin:
you know who you are niggas, you want it with Buck? come ta my Hood..
drop open mics, call me out for battles, do whatever niggas, bout time y'all started backin it up....
Lets Go............

Verse 2:
I got 2 crews behind me, i'm RV'S V.I.P...
All eyez on Me, my Documentary, i run the Game...
cause u dudes playin the site an changin your fuckin Name...
diffrent alias for a diffrent Day.....
i'm gon say This right now....you wanna play? lets Play..
my motto is Spit n Spray, you can get ya ass torn up with rhymes n Nines..
i'm sublime, in my prime, get more recognition than the new york times...
verbal crimes, nigga fuck the Syndicate...
i'm all up in you like a virgins in-a-slut-...
ya in a rutt, i own everybody on ya Roster...
bitches just copycattin my style like Kevin Costner (ha haaa)
i'll re-arrange ya posture, how much will it cost-ya?
life behind my Bars, with a paper an 'pen'...
when? whenever the fuck u wanna step up with all ya men..
shit i mean Bitches, almost had me Mistaken...
Supervillain? naw, i know this cartoon character aint hatin
see i'm showin y'all some sports, an what could happen........
spit fire ta make u retire from a site thats based on Rappin!!!!!! hahahaha

Talking:
thats enuff now
i'm thru
y'all want it? bring it
thats how it gon' be
Buck says whatever, y'all touch that, then holla back (ha haaa)

Hook:
Buck always gon' be ridin thru the hood
so sick with the hood, my clique run the hood
brooklyn, inglewood, down south, up north..
raize ya sets up high n tell ya boy its ALL GOOD!
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Yes i did freestyle this, not one thing is pre-written, i was talkin too Murdz on MSN at the same time, if ya dont believe me lol

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