Freeway - Buck on Em lyrics

[Hook: repeat 4X] Buck on them n***as who hate, who wanna be in my shoes Live my life but can't carry my weight [Verse One: Freeway] Uhh! From Philly to B-More Free Deliver roast off the whip like a grown man and Grab they weight take it back and forth Similar to Chris Storm, my life goin up and down Caught up in traffic again, long as there's change involved You can count most of us they stand for the word {?} We rat-a-tat-tat-tat to your thongs, put your homies on a stretcher And we leave your homies naked to make sure you get the message Dog - it's f**ed up, I get some bricks from the 'Ricans Couple pounds from the Jamaicans, got some Haitians that I'm eatin off Long as, I'm on, time with the paper They on time, with the package, I'm on time, with the 'matics If you tryin to take the paper, we tryin to get this paper We ain't scared to make the papers we will let you n***as have it Dog - uhh, we got connects, like The Wire To connect you to the wire your new diet'll be applesauce [Hook] [Verse Two: Mully Man] Yo it's me again, same kid from Bentalou and Riggs Used to stay catchin drama under Lafayette Bridge Food stamps help us keep a lil' food in the fridge Ribs touchin like {?} so you know what I did Bought 'em more to the heart, wanted more from the start Tryin to fix broken promise 'til it tore me apart Just a lil' kid in a Harm City episode The Wire's just the half, you will never know What's really good in the hood with the grammar John Henry verses, the machine with the hammer Too many n***as that I love in the slammers Sleep by the block-o I, D by them cameras So from this day, dough we done it this way From, oh so long we now become strong With this verse I took the curse, of the city on my back In the, name of the Lord I put my life on that Let's go [Hook]