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Havoc - Buck 50's & Bullet Wounds Lyrics




[ Featuring Method Man, The Alchemist ]

I got a bird's eye view
Like bird and swine flu
I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
You ain't half what Havoc is
Or anything near it i'm a ticking timebomb
That sit in your mind palm
The blicky, your mind palm, no planet
We improv you niggas pussy wearing feelings
On your sleeve though go kill yourself
Your shorty out here giving deep throat
The winner team is over here
Check the point spread our ball first
Give a f*ck what the coin said
They try to zoo us, keep it from the shakers
Movers cause we animals, the valuables
There be a lotta to us
Quick, out with the old
My nigga I be on some newer shit
Whoever got the coolest wrist
Add 'em to the list
You be donating for the cause
Why you asking why nigga, do it just because
Never let a good jux go to waste
They see it's about face
The memories of the sound the four pound make
For years through the music
I took 'em a foul place
Life through my lens and how
It would be without cake

Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose
Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off
Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth
Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild
And never seasonal my nigga
This was year round
The blood runnin' through our veins
Got us locked up in this cell


The more herb I blew, the higher the IQ
Just trying to live
Please forgive the evil I do
From W, the double crossing my crew
Dos Equis, my X2, get it, that's times two
I be spittin' raw dawg, the sticky in my paws
Southpaw, kill ya spirit, I get it from my Pa
We outlaws, we live it, no liquor in my bars
Drive 'em crazy in the streets
No different in my car
It's nada, I brought you change, no Obama
Like four quarters
Some rappers change for a dollar
It's all aura, I do my thing you ain't gotta
Stop lying like Mufasa, I'm no Hakuna Matata
Boy, bullet holes in the lobby door
If you thinking that I'm a problem
I'm probably yours back with the brown
I got 'em leaning like Bobby jaw
Might catch a body and drop
It off in somebody's drawer

Yeah, Wu Tang! Mobb Deep!
20 years plus in the game!
Yeah Alchemist, I love you kid!
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English

I got a bird's eye view
Like bird and swine flu
I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
You ain't half what Havoc is
Or anything near it i'm a ticking timebomb
That sit in your mind palm
The blicky, your mind palm, no planet
We improv you niggas pussy wearing feelings
On your sleeve though go kill yourself
Your shorty out here giving deep throat
The winner team is over here
Check the point spread our ball first
Give a f*ck what the coin said
They try to zoo us, keep it from the shakers
Movers cause we animals, the valuables
There be a lotta to us
Quick, out with the old
My nigga I be on some newer shit
Whoever got the coolest wrist
Add 'em to the list
You be donating for the cause
Why you asking why nigga, do it just because
Never let a good jux go to waste
They see it's about face
The memories of the sound the four pound make
For years through the music
I took 'em a foul place
Life through my lens and how
It would be without cake

Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose
Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off
Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth
Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild
And never seasonal my nigga
This was year round
The blood runnin' through our veins
Got us locked up in this cell


The more herb I blew, the higher the IQ
Just trying to live
Please forgive the evil I do
From W, the double crossing my crew
Dos Equis, my X2, get it, that's times two
I be spittin' raw dawg, the sticky in my paws
Southpaw, kill ya spirit, I get it from my Pa
We outlaws, we live it, no liquor in my bars
Drive 'em crazy in the streets
No different in my car
It's nada, I brought you change, no Obama
Like four quarters
Some rappers change for a dollar
It's all aura, I do my thing you ain't gotta
Stop lying like Mufasa, I'm no Hakuna Matata
Boy, bullet holes in the lobby door
If you thinking that I'm a problem
I'm probably yours back with the brown
I got 'em leaning like Bobby jaw
Might catch a body and drop
It off in somebody's drawer

Yeah, Wu Tang! Mobb Deep!
20 years plus in the game!
Yeah Alchemist, I love you kid!
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Writer: ALAN MAMAN, CLIFFORD SMITH, KEIJUAN MUCHITA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network

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