Buck A fifth of some 9th Wonder for the DJ to cut As he spin it when it comes to the formula Son I'm warning ya They saw me 'cause I [?] hot shit My 9
that cabbage And after that shit everything is gravy Until the next meal maybe Shits crazy I pray we see a better day Cause see all this hunger is making me wonder
the top model Smokey as fuck, need something to hold me up I'm leanin' on this chick like Joe Clark, I'm stuck Wait, hold on baby, there go my nigga Buck [Buckshot
these breaths 9th Wonder in control of the sets J. League and Boot Camp get the props nigga, in case you forget [Buckshot (Samples)] The wonderin' what
ghetto? Baked from the souls of the dead in the Ghetto" "How do you make your bread in the ghetto? Baked from the souls of the dead in the Ghetto" [Buckshot
[Chorus: x2] Listen, this is side talk You side-step to the side walk Or ride off with the boss See it's y'all loss If I ain't coming around Cuz I ain
