Get Buck, Get Wild lyrics

by

Twista


f*ck you (*echoed*)

(chorus 4x)
Get Buck Get Wild
Lets Tear This House Like Down
Lets Tear The Club Up Thug
Lets Do This Stuff Right Now

[Juicy J]
Throw them thangs and show them gold
Gangsta n*ggas on the floor
High as a bird or a f*ckin kite
Sercurity screaming oh-noooo
Players thuging in a line
Party crunk like I'm on the grind
MTV these ghetto streets
Hoodlums throwing gangsta signs
Fumes smoke is in the air
Bullet holes just everywere
n*ggas drunk off hen and gin but I don't think they can compare
Where them dollars
Get'em fold
Get your drug kick in control
If you bucking in a crowd
Better hold tight on your gold
Haters snatching what they can
On a hustle thats the plan
f*ck a wall flower coward
When we moving no one stand
Everybody to the bar
Nothing but heavy ghetto star
Never taking sh*t from fools
Got them tones out in the car
Cause we hard on that liquer
Five gallons drinking wit cha
If you ain't got nothing but weed
Hope you got some more of the swisha
One of my n*ggas got Erk&j*rk
One of my n*ggas got some of syrp
One of n*ggas got some of that yert
Leave yo body high and hurt fool
Chorus 4x

[DJ Paul]
(T) Tag cause I'm from state to state is what we do
(E) Every n*gga from show to show say they some damn fools
(A) All the world know who make n*ggas get they head cracked
(R) Rocking shows over seas now n*gga where you at
(D) Damn right a n*gga gone die before I leave that spot
(A) All sh*t outside the club another n*gga shot
(C) Catch a n*gga who talking sh*t in the parking lot
(L) Let loose on his b*tch ass wit that plastic Glock
(U) U never seen a show unless you seen a show that we do
(B) Bounce around the stage bop and drop fools like we do
(U) You again that n*gga that like to cause a scene but I got
(P) Prophet Posse in the back wit a mug thats mean
(T) Take yo ass to the floor know what I'm talking bout
(H) Hoes like you get punched in they f*cking mouth
(U) Its alot of f*ckin u's in the song but watch
(G) But watch me hit the liquer sniff up one and I'm gone

Chorus 4x

(Lord Infamous)
Keyser Soze watch me rotate
Let this floor vibrate her back
Watch out the side and bounce this ride
And put em in torture rack
We got it loc enough to choke em up
Then broke em off they stump
We got another ghetto junk
To keep the concrete jungle crunk
Fall up on it, my opponent
They only panic and quit
Because the hype from Scarecrow n*gga
On some ole other type sh*t
Watch we manipulate these mads
And get em motivate the hurt
I'm the master of this madness
(?) rock this earth
[Crunchy Black]
I don't give a f*cking while
Don't move a f*cking crowd
I'm a tear da club up thug
I'm gonna do that sh*t right now
Ain't no motherf*ckin threat
To the motherf*ckin click
Three Six Mafia in the b*tch
Hypnotize is the click
Prophet Posse move your body
Let me see you stumble rumble
In this motherf*ckin jungle
DJ Paul, take em under
Juicy man never feel the thunder
Rollin crowds just like a blunder
Let me see you tear da club up thug
Let me see you take them under

Chorus 2x (Fade Out)
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