CLINTON SPARKS - Buck on Em lyrics

(feat. Freeway, Mully Man)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Buck on them niggaz who hate, who wanna be in my shoes

Live my life but can't carry my weight

[Verse One: Freeway]

Uhh! From Philly to B-More Free

Deliver roast off the whip like a grown man and

Grab they weight take it back and forth

Similar to Chris Storm, my life goin up and down

Caught up in traffic again, long as there's change involved

You can count most of us they stand for the word {?}

We rat-a-tat-tat-tat to your thongs, put your homies on a stretcher

And we leave your homies naked to make sure you get the message

Dog - it's fucked up, I get some bricks from the 'Ricans

Couple pounds from the Jamaicans, got some Haitians that I'm eatin off

Long as, I'm on, time with the paper

They on time, with the package, I'm on time, with the 'matics

If you tryin to take the paper, we tryin to get this paper

We ain't scared to make the papers we will let you niggaz have it

Dog - uhh, we got connects, like The Wire

To connect you to the wire your new diet'll be applesauce

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Mully Man]

yup it's me again, same kid from {Bentlou)and Riggs

Used to stay catchin drama under Lafayette Bridge

Food stamps help us keep a lil' food in the fridge

Ribs touchin like lovers so you know what I did

Baltimore to the heart, wanted more from the start

Tryin to fix broken promise 'til it tore me apart

Just a lil' kid in a Harm City episode

The Wire's just the half, you will never know

What's really good in the hood with the grammar

John Henry verses, the machine with the hammer

Too many niggaz that I love in the slammers

Slayed by the block or I.D'd by them cameras

So from this day, dough we done it this way

From, oh so long we now become strong

With this verse I kill the curse, of the city on my back

In the, name of the Lord I put my life on that

Let's go

[Chorus]

Thanks to Mully for these lyrics