Buck 50's & Bullet Wounds (feat. Havoc & Method Man)

The Alchemist

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    I got a bird's eye view, like bird and swine flu
    I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
    Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
    You ain't half what Havoc is, or anything near it
    I'm a ticking timebomb that sit in your mind palm
    The blicky, your mind palm, no planet, we improv
    You niggas pussy wearing feelings on your sleeve though
    Go kill yourself, your shorty out here giving deep throat
    The winner team is over here, check the point spread
    Our ball first, give a fuck what the coin said
    They try to zoo us, keep it from the shaker movers
    'Cause we animals, the valuables, there be a lotta to us
    Quick, out with the old, my nigga I be on some newer shit
    Whoever got the coolest wrist, add 'em to the list
    You be donating for the cause
    Why you asking why nigga, do it just because
    Never let a good jux go to waste, they see it's about face
    The memories of the sound the four pound make
    For years through the music, I took 'em a foul place
    Life through my lens and how it would be without cake
    [Yeah] buck 50 and bullet wounds
    Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose
    Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off
    Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth
    Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild
    And never seasonal my nigga, this was year round
    The blood runnin' through our veins
    Got us locked up in this cell
    Shacked up with the ball and chain

    The more herb I blew, the higher the IQ
    Just trying to live, please forgive the evil I do
    From W, the double crossing my crew
    Dos Equis, my X2, get it, that's times two
    I be spittin' raw dawg, the sticky in my paws
    Southpaw, kill ya spirit, I get it from my Pa
    We outlaws, we live it, no liquor in my bars
    Drive 'em crazy in the streets, no different in my car
    It's nada, I brought you change, no Obama
    Like four quarters, some rappers change for a dollar
    It's all aura, I do my thing you ain't gotta
    Stop lying like Mufasa, I'm no Hakuna Matata
    Boy, bullet holes in the lobby door
    If you thinking that I'm a problem, I'm probably yours
    Back with the brown, I got 'em leaning like Bobby jaw
    Might catch a body and drop it off in somebody's drawer

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    Yeah, Wu-Tang!
    Mobb Deep!
    20 years plus in the game!
    Yeah Alchemist, I love you kid!

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