Buc Fifty - Dead End Street lyrics

Shh. Woo. Buc 5'9. Hook: Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street You can't cross me Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street f**in' wit me Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street k**in' tonight Verse 1: "It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me, my friend." That only leads to dead ends. Tu' comprende, comprehend? I'm a human warhead Please mercy, you know better f** the Khan with the knowledge of wealth that I'ma shed "Break bread, d**h breeds money.", Bucfusius said But I ain't gonna die alone. I put somebody to bed I ain't Sylvester, but I'm still a looooone young Judge Dread And to the streets I plead: Down with the hardest of heads Call me, 'Bucky The Kid' or 'Buctradamus' 'King Buc', for short or 'King Buc and Common' Campaign bucanomics s**a free street movement are bionic High power, supersonic, movin' faster than comets Indian hit Dr. Shaman worth my weight in the diamonds Plus I'll make you die, man Hook Verse 2: I leave trails of bullet shells Like Hansel & Gretel Did with the bread But except instead To get home I follow the path of the dead Puttin' lt back together like Smooth B & Ray Retarded kids are smarter, kid. I'm sick in the head Christopher Reevein' n***as was the way I was bred (he he) Slidin' on fools like Jamaican bobsleds Make rastas dread Grab heat from tool shed And these are the straps that I manifest I'm waitin' to catch wreck on all you f**heads Mission's at the continent With the usual suspects that you can't neglect Get real with or play chess I take showers in my pants, more luck than Irish Why you jam like tecs? I'm taxin' like the IRS Signin' out, Buc, but again: adios, god bless MC's was a better remake Hook k**in' technology I call lt bucnology