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Ayy, ayy
What the fuck?
Huh?
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe (get buck)
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre (get buck)
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe (get buck)
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre (get buck)
I'm back and don't give a fuck
Come play with Duke Deucifer
Back to getting the clubs Crunk
Get buck if you think you tough
Buck, buck, what the fuck?
Get hit with the twelve slugs
'Bout action, no cappinn, I'm packin' and mackin', but stomped 'em like a damn rug
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, bitch
Told you hoes don't fuck with them
Criminals, criminals, criminals, bitch
Hell yeah, bitch, I buck with them
Drop a stack on your hat
You a motherfuckin' rat
Let them cats put your ass on your motherfuckin' back
It's a bird, it's a plane hell nah, it's a pack
That's a fact I'm a Mac, I ain't never gone slack
I-I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up
Sacrifice my friends, I'll be wealthy but so lonesome
Lord, I'm so gifted, I see things before they come up
Ancestors protecting me so I always be one up
What the fuck?
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe (get buck)
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre (get buck)
G, I live, G, I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me hoe (get buck)
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre (get buck)
Psychopath Deucifer
Looking like Lucifer
Got me buck wild and I think I'm influenced
05/01/1992 far from a coward boy buck like a bull
Memphis my city
Black haven the illest
We known for then killings
They say that we're cruel
Saturday night we be pimpin' on Beale St
Plenty freak hoes for niggas to pull
Drippin', no droppin'
Strap tight with that Glocky
These hoes on my dick 'cause I'm clean as a deacon
Back in the day hoe you know you wouldn't talk to me
Watch I walk pass ya, no I'm not speaking
Not tryna compare myself into Jesus
God got me walking this earth for a reason
Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon
See that they dead but why you keep squeezing?
Steady dropping nukes
Lord what they gon' do?
When I take the game over for the twenty deuce-deuce
Pull up in a coop no roof with my troops
Fuck niggas go poof 'cause they know they gone shoot
Still ridin' clean, getting neck like a crew
While you fuck niggas hating with your lame ass crew
Made Men Mafia
Ain't no blocking us
Say fuck us it's been, "Fuck you, bitch"