Brotha man Brotha, brotha Gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin' Brotha, understand (no) Gotta make the place Take the truth (take the) Get through Right yours, wait if you just keep it true Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues Brotha man, young man Let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha man-brotha man You gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin' That's what the poem told me It was a greater poet that you know it would I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches While she goes down When I went to my bros Told him help me please Now we hop out the PJs Hosted by the P My old bitch yellin' come back Come back, come back, babe Come back Come back, come back Come back, come back, babe Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes 15 sellin' China white Cops stoppin' if you opposite o' white Pop pop like you opposite o' right Take heat lil' nigga Lowkey take lead on a nigga Smooth durag 'round the boulevard Back in the days on the train Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (ye-ah) You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you Album number three, and keep it G like Q Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2 Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2 Shittin' on these niggas, like P like U Drip Raheem and Q Got Hi-C, like juice Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too Real niggas bleed, like me, like you That's why I got a beam with a green light too I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps, like soup Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit Brotha man, young man Let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha-brotha Gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin' Brotha, understand Gotta make the place Take the truth (take the) Get through Ride your wave, just keep the true Remember when I went to my bros Told him help me please Now we hop out the PJs Hosted by the P My old bitch yellin' come back Come back, come back, babe Come back (come back) Come back (come back) Come back (come back), babe You're a cornstar All you fuck is corn, parched You fall apart Frenchie faux pas 'Cause you Ain't gotta know pa (Are you?) The dealer got catches like an outfielder (Are you? Are you? Are you?) Getting that God's view from towers Lookin' downward, like I'm Donald Trump
I ain't scared Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh Real niggas wanna run real Real (buck shot) Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot) Real niggas from the M Real niggas from the home (buck shot) Homeboy you ain't know (buck shot) Had a bitch suckin' on a lollipop at the bus stop Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot) What's a blood clot Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah) From the fort Fort Knox this ain't Fortnite Nigga get your shit rocked nigga Buck shot (uh uh) (buck shot) And my pictures like a mugshot (uh) And all my bitches got buttshots Buck shots left your man dead in the damn lot In the kitchen pourin' up the wok (yeah) Doin' on the fuckin' clock Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot Hold up, hold up Push up now they on your block Bitch I'm off a bean and the damn wok Got a clip and it's full (buck shot) Leave a motherfucker in the ends where they (buck shot) Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot) Now I'm bussin' off shots (yeah they-yeah they buck shot) Back in my younger days all I want was brains All my mama want from me was grades (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot) One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock Hold up Got them bullets aimin' at your head top AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew) Walkin' with my chains out on a opp block I was drippin' jewels don't try to run up you get dropped off Pull up flexin' with the top down I'm with gang with some baddies on a yacht now (yeah) Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now Nigga you ain't in my lane you a clown now (yeah) Keep the semi tucked, nigga what you want now (yeah) Bought a brand new gun its gon' catch you up (yeah) Simons on my feet, I stay feet up (yeah) Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T'd up (yeah) Buck shot Buck shot Buck shot End's with a buck shot
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Buck shots drop fukin insane
I was there , best concert of my life
Suprememes ._ il faisait tellement chaud 🥵🥵
Legendaire
yo this is so raw, this performance is insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1:52 🔥🔥🔥
Bro if I was there I would have made the biggest mosh pit ever to buck shots
1600_dan SAME
It was bro, shit was insane
Buck shots live is INSANELY good
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin'
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha man-brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin'
That's what the poem told me
It was a greater poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back, babe
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin' China white
Cops stoppin' if you opposite o' white
Pop pop like you opposite o' right
Take heat lil' nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag 'round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That's why I got a beam with a green light too
I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through
I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha
Gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin'
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Ride your wave, just keep the true
Remember when I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back), babe
You're a cornstar
All you fuck is corn, parched
You fall apart
Frenchie faux pas
'Cause you
Ain't gotta know pa
(Are you?)
The dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you? Are you? Are you?)
Getting that God's view from towers
Lookin' downward, like I'm Donald Trump
Thank you :D
vibe vibe vibe The Fucking VIBE
Wow
Pfff and they say Travis has the litest shows...
Why u gotta sh*t on travis to make asap look good?
I ain't scared
Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh
Real niggas wanna run real
Real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the M
Real niggas from the home (buck shot)
Homeboy you ain't know (buck shot)
Had a bitch suckin' on a lollipop at the bus stop
Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot)
They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot)
They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot)
What's a blood clot
Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah)
From the fort Fort Knox this ain't Fortnite
Nigga get your shit rocked nigga
Buck shot (uh uh) (buck shot)
And my pictures like a mugshot (uh)
And all my bitches got buttshots
Buck shots left your man dead in the damn lot
In the kitchen pourin' up the wok (yeah)
Doin' on the fuckin' clock
Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot
Hold up, hold up
Push up now they on your block
Bitch I'm off a bean and the damn wok
Got a clip and it's full (buck shot)
Leave a motherfucker in the ends where they (buck shot)
Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot)
Now I'm bussin' off shots (yeah they-yeah they buck shot)
Back in my younger days all I want was brains
All my mama want from me was grades (buck shot)
They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot)
One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock
Hold up
Got them bullets aimin' at your head top
AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew)
Walkin' with my chains out on a opp block
I was drippin' jewels don't try to run up you get dropped off
Pull up flexin' with the top down
I'm with gang with some baddies on a yacht now (yeah)
Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now
Nigga you ain't in my lane you a clown now (yeah)
Keep the semi tucked, nigga what you want now (yeah)
Bought a brand new gun its gon' catch you up (yeah)
Simons on my feet, I stay feet up (yeah)
Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T'd up (yeah)
Buck shot
Buck shot
Buck shot
End's with a buck shot
What the visualisation behind brotha man?
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