Song Lyrics Talib Kweli feat Styles P - Buck Em Down Freestyle    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> T>> Talib Kweli feat Styles P Singer Lyrics>> Buck Em Down Freestyle Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Talib Kweli feat Styles P Music Title/Track: Buck Em Down Freestyle Theme ID: 1481 Album: N/A [Verse One: Styles] You should take the cross off your neck and pray to Jesus I'm breakin' every rapper up like eighty pieces I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all I live by the sword or the pistols Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls I don't smoke the haze if it ain't got the crystals Look in my eyes you can tell I would lift you I'm in the DB nine when I'm comin' to get you I'm with my Arab man and he holdin' the missiles I'm sayin' fuck all y'all If you don't understand let me make it real clear I'm sayin' what to all y'all No more videos or them silly hos ridin' on y'all dick when I cut all y'all The game too pussy I think it need change I wanna see the barrel flame 'til they brains get mushy East Coast Ghost Ain't no other rapper in the game that you know that plays the streets so close Still bring pain Fire more shots than y'all motherfuckers do in that Max Payne game Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out D blockin' 'em out That mean I'ma snatch his chain [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] Ain't nobody fuckin' with Kweli And the rock with a real name like a Styles P Represent theL.O.X Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck Niggaz yellin' out what the blood clot, lick enough shots Finna bust a flow like buckshot What's up Franklin Avenue? These Brooklyn niggaz runnin' wild through the jungle like caribou Rap immaculate I spit fire that will get tobacco lit faster than the rider on the chariot Old school and cooler than the river watered downstream Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green The cops flashin' the lights, passin' them bikes Ask for ya rights and they beat you like ?The Passion Of Christ? They got a sicker fetish for violence than Mel Gibson We inject it in our system through direct television The way I'm spittin' Heaven through the Hell we living It's like fate is a fakery style you can tell it's written It's like a jail when you're sittin' in a cell or prison With destiny comin' in the form of some mail or a visit Yea opportunity's knockin' Like the beat, cuz I got Pete Rock and Beatminerz in my hemoglobin Premier Show and Diamond D Listen here we about to flip it on the track like nine to three Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Hater Players, KOS (Determination), Memories Live, Move Something, Name Of The Game, REDEFinition, Respiration, Some Kind Of Wonderful, The Blast, Theives In The Night, This Means You, Too Late, Twice Inna Lifetime, Eternalists, Good Mourning, Name of the Game, For Women, Love Language, The Express, Angel Devil, Break It Down, Break Your Chains, Colour My XTC, Comin Home, Crazy, Darling Nikki, Friends 2 Strangers, Frozen, Heavens Got Another Hero, Hell in Paradise, Here 2Day, Gone 2Day, Ill B There 4 U, In Make Believe, In The End, Let Me Entertain U, Lost in the Wasteland, Love Will Come Again, Madison, MOM, Mysterious (This Time Its Serious), Outta My Way, Pavilion Of Oblivion, Skin on Skin, Sorry, Standin On Fire, Tainted Pages, Tears In The Sky, The Man Ill Never Be, Time After Time, Trapped, Other Talib Kweli feat Styles P song Lyrics Not found Other Artists Talib Kweli feat Xzibit Lyrics Talib Kweli Hi Tek Lyrics Talib Kweli Hi Tek (Reflection Eternal) Lyrics Talib Kweli Hi-Tek (Reflection Eternal) Lyrics Talisman Lyrics Talk Dc Lyrics DC Talk Lyrics Talk Show Lyrics Talk Show Host Lyrics Talk Talk Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy