Artist: Lord Superb f/ Young City Album: Superb Clientele Song: Buck After Buck Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lord Superb w/ ad-libs] If the hood want me to stay Then mention my name, and don't push it again If I rock, what, Perb'll stay Don't mention his name and don't push it again [Lord Superb] Listen, soon as they left me out the cuffs, I jumped in something tough It was buck after buck, and fuck after fuck In the process, lotta money got touched Lotta money got tucked, and that's just how it was I don't talk to them, man, they fuck with the fuzz And them niggas over there, man they fucking with drugs Heard, cuz ain't fucking with cuz, cuz he fucking with Blood How he ain't fucking with Blood? Those niggas is blood And that's a fucking disgust Like, back in the days when we was fucking with dust And I'm big headed now, like who fucking with us? I'm scared, I don't know who the fuck to trust They got hate-itis, they even hate our kids We call 'em, funny dap niggas, quiet niggas around loud niggas But the livest muthafucka in the herb house You be a church mouse in Perb house, ya'll heard? [Interlude: Young City] Yeah, I heard you Perb, niggas aren't worth our time Far Rock America [Young City] Ah, all your fools, either you and your crew leaders Wanna ride with me? Nah, nigga, this a two-seater Like a his and her, prick, and I spit superb Ya'll put an animal behind bars like a zoo keeper Better than half you guys, raccoon, I black his eyes Nigga don't act surprised, you sweeter than apple pie Listen, you luke warm, I'm hotter than last July Haze put me in a 'different world' like Jasmine Guy I'm in Club Duvet, you party at Chippendales I drinks Grey Goose, you sippin' on Zinfandel You can't stomach me, you should drink ginger ale I got 'em all sick, yeah, my flow is off the Richter scale I'm the bomb, people, I'm incognito Shout the price, you be 'out of sight' like Don Cheadle It's too late, I'm already here like a toupee Fuck cake, nigga, this is souffle [Outro: Young City] And you know me, man, I had to get out here and tuck my shit K City, G.O.A., Kitty Click, '09, it's our time Far Rock America, what up?