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Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga f/ Cormega, Lake
Album:  The 41st Side compilation
Song:   We Gon' Buck
Typed by:

Verse 1: (Noreaga)

I blow shots at these faggots, these niggas is herbs
my vertical switch, converted with nerve 
catch my anywhere, gun down, hand on my dick
these hoes love me, these niggas just salute the God
I boosted cars, now I just cop and spend loot at bars 
I got little paper, these cats still hatin' 
but now I send shots racin', shots like Gary Payton 
I'm Jose, I'm half God and half Satan 
I fuck with Lake, dump bodies in the lake 
ain't no tellin' what othet measurements we take
I brought my niggas out the hood yo, not just me
and now Maze live in Jers' and Mussolini 
and I'm a nigga that flip shit and just hawk spit
these niggas had beef but now they wanna squash it 
I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack 
it's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit of rap. 

Chorus (Noreaga)

Yo Lake, what the fuck man?
cock the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man 
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man 

Verse 2: (Lake)

It's like the game is over, soldiers don't listen 
bitches ain't loyal and generals is snitchin' 
my breed is becoming extinct, we all dyin'
layin' in the mattress or on the run hidin' 
livest niggas is comin' home gettin' jobs 
it hurts my heart to see a real niggas starve 
carved a niggas face so bad in a rumble 
they had me in the bing in the fall wearin' a muzzle 
bubble for my niggas in prison wearin' mittens
when you get the privelege of freedom start livin'
I spit it with integrity, still keep it thorough'n 
move heroin every town and borough I'm in 
a candy store with Christian Diore 
on Iceburg Valore with suede beiges on 
I morn on the born of my dog thats in the essence
express and live on, I incorporate the jail letters
my life is epic, accept it, I'm what you wanna be
before I let 'em cuff me white sheets 'll cover me
why? 'cause I'm a serious nigga with a serious mind 
so if I get locked up I'll be serious time. 


Hey yo 'pone, what the fuck man
grab the Calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man 
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man 

Verse 3: (Capone)

Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish 
move with a deathwish, bullets turn brolic niggas anorexic 
life's hectic, push weight and records 
still spazzin', take your necklace, I stay connected
spit any niggas block on lean 
tinted glass, three inches cracked down, Mac in between 
cut school, got paid slingin' crack to the dean 
seen a heemy head blow turn back to a fiend 
Capone, Luciano, and Mega, Noreaga 
here to drop anonymous tips, bitches flip for the right paper 
it's pain, time, and glory, the essence of the thoroughest nigga, I rest
my faith in the corner 
watch me get up on ya

(Phone rings)

(Mega) yo
(Lake) yo Mega it's Lake
(Mega) whassup?
(Lake) yo, 'pone 'bout to holla at you
(Mega) about what?
(Lake) I can't get into it over the phonehe 'bout to come at you right
(Mega) aight

Chorus (Capone)

Hey yo Mega what the fuck man
grab the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man 

Verse 4: (Mega)

My life is blood money and big guns
I'm the nigga your connect get hit from 
hello, and I rep the ghetto, how real is that?
nigga you too cocky 
I'm like Tupac, who could stop me?
I got a message from Papi
who the body in the trunk? I wanna know like Joe
my flow ill like 'pone's Tahoe
fuck the fake shit
son, look at us, we all did state bids 
I'm in it to win but I lost my patience 
niggas def, dumb, and blind when I floss my bracelet
in Queensbridge, in the scene with Benzes and Beamers 
niggas who hate cops and love squeezin' 
whats the meanin'? all hail the thug allegiance
tryin' to get right 'cause I don't want my unborn seeds slingin'
the Mantana shit, banana clips 
bringin' to niggas if my Man is hit.