Buck Buck Buck

Lyrics

[Intro: Stan Man] Sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] [Verse 1: Stan Man] Yes, I need to buck 'em bitches, put them hoes into the ground Ain't no need to carpool help, cause ain't no telephones around Just Stan fucking Man, in your mustard fucking ass Lay' em bodies down six feet deep, underneath the grass Where bugs crawl through the court, and they eat at you Puttin' 7 rounds in your gown and your weak ass crew Don't you playas talk, you know, killa, I can see you, trick Desecrate your body brutally with the hollow tip Ain't no open casket muthafucka blew yo face off Got the sawed off, ready now, let's kick the shit off You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] I be the young nigga creepin' through the neighborhood Yes I got tha scope, but it won't help yo mom smell good 9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy Buck buck buck, buck buck buck 9 millimeter noise [Chorus: Stan Man] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] [Verse 2: Stan Man] Ain't no love, got my gloves, looking for a victim, bitch Niggas snitchin on the Stan, throw them in a fuckin ditch Blast a traitor fuck, you haters mad cause I'm living well Steal yo soul and fuck your hoe and put her on the streets to sales Stan the Man is cold-hearted, all your feelings disregarded Shoot at lemon point-blank, all you niggas quickly parted That's 'cause there's some fake killas, Krucifix is strapped On the track, slanging crack, bustas better watch they back, watch they back [Verse 3: Evil Pimp] Darkness falls upon the spirits, see the angels in the sky What appears to be the heavenly rain in church when angels cry Fly your ass up in direction of afterlife after I'm pulling the trig After that [hollow escape?] from my barrel and we know the bullet gon' shatter that nig Into itty bitty pieces, blow his ass to fucking trunk Now that rigor mortis hit 'em, body's smelling like a skunk Devil shit is what I'm bringing to your goddamn virgin ear And the shit won't disappear so, bitch, don't play like you can't hear [Chorus: Stan Man] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?] You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck Leave you faggots feeling like my gauge [?]