Hanging on a limb Feet off the ground Are you planning on falling or hanging around? Joking, as we stare at the oceans of endless possibilities The minute
fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death Looking forward to death
We've got the bags, the beers and the babes. Soaking grilled meat in the summer air breeze. Hoosh hoosh we all boogey on down hoosh the beers on ice.
Let's get drunk. The troops are assembled and ordered to loosen their ties. For on this sabbath day, the fortress is ours. Every hour the shot heard
know how, the power. Upon the top of the agrokrag, I?ve stood victorious. The Ukraine is not weak. Ukraine is not feeble. Backed into a corner of death
This is a song for people who enjoy Rippin' band-aids off hairy parts of your body [chorus] So join the Hair Club Rip it off C'mon join the Hair Club
talking bout, you out here running round With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes Bring em to your house, then walk around in they bad clothes You sneaking to the club
had it planned to keep the money and ki's They hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neck And left him there to meet his death I
like it's all good Catch em slippin in the parkin lot and then it's all good Got a couple block and a mask in the club box He come out the club and his
!) I get in they blood I give 'em reality rap and the shit for the club (AYY!) You think Buck goin bankrupt?! Kill yourself! The only thang we all have in common is death
up mayne You see me in the club you know a nigga strapped Picture me partying, playing games without my gat [Verse 2: Young Buck] They say the club is a death
While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight Love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club
head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind
's just the Thug Life mentallity I'm going crazy shit don't phase me I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me Death is on the trigga so pull it
see you haters, I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been
nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club
