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bukshot - buk 'em lyrics

[intro: q bosilini]
haha, bukshot what’s happening man
it’s your partner q bosilini, ha
but the struggle real out here, you know what i’m talking ’bout

[verse 1: bukshot]
last of a dying breed, in a world of greed
in the land of sinners, murders and thieves
trying to keep it g (g)
heart is on my sleeve (on my sleeve)
demons waiting at the door, i’m just trying to leave (trying to leave)
looking in these peoplеs eyes, no honesty
always kеpt it real, now my words are haunting me
ain’t no silver spoon (spoon), ain’t no lottery (lottery)
wasn’t born rich (born rich), i ain’t geoffrey (geoffrey)
no time for struggle, got that grinded, out it’s time to hustle
left the huddle, passed the ball, haters want me to fumble (fumble)
got the muscle but the lack of knowledge made me tumble (tumble)
not afraid of broken bones and what the f+ck they mumble
[chorus: q bosilini]
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills (bills)
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live (live)

[verse 2: bukshot]
fresh out of school, mom and daddy died
what do i do? (do)
my instinct was survive (survive)
the number one rule in this game, stay alive
among these other creatures in the jungle time to ride
hit the block, beat the man
break ’em off, understand
all that talk, not a fan
heads gon’ chop, taliban
bring it to ’em raw (raw)
now i got a plan (plan)
they don’t like it, go to war, afghanistan
got my kids looking at me like “dad’s what’s for dinner?”
so now i gotta teach myself some moves like master splinter (splinter)
every meal i make they’d look at me like i’m a winner (winner)
trying to feed ’em while i hide the fact that i’m a sinner (i’m a sinner)
[chorus: q bosilini]
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills (bills)
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live (live)

[verse 3: bukshot]
guess i’m the bad guy now, call me malfoy
in it deep like a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
in this dirty game playing with some foul toys (foul toys)
police taking shots block ’em like i’m pat roy
feel like pablo, avoid the rain like poncho
cops pull the over i’m like “yo no hablo”
stacking chips and cheddar up we call ’em nachos (nachos)
went from nothing now the boss call me the honcho (honcho)
wake up in the morning, eight a.m. i hear ’em knocking
look out the window see the feds and u.s. marshals talking (talking)
open the door, they got me ain’t no use in ducking
just do my time, clear my mind, refresh my grind and buk ’em

[chorus: q bosilini]
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live
tell that postman i said “f+ck ’em” b+tch don’t bring me no more bills (bills)
if i see ’em i’ma buk ’em b+tch don’t come around my crib (yeah)
motherf+cker buk ’em like that boy from louisville
making $7.25 how the f+ck we ‘posed to live (live)

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