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Buck

Cast: Buck Brannaman

trailer for Buck, directed by Cindy Meehl (2011)
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How Im Comin

Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldnt make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But Im bustin off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride Ill run it back
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[chorus]
(Im comin)
How ya comin baby?
(Im comin)
This is how Im comin
The album that Im comin with is rough, the flavors mean
(ooooh) kickin you for real in the guillatine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
Im doin time in the game like a bid
Movin rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin, lickin, bustin, sprayin, all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one
Never step to a real man
cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
Word to hip-hop, Im a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, batman, bang, pow
Unh (what) unh (what), thats the way its goin down
My new album aint no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
Ill never slack again, Im off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob, many solved, on the knob, make em soft drob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin, burnin, buildin, flowin like an eel
Movin, killin, breakin, servin you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel
[chorus]

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song performed by LL Cool J
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Buck Nekkid

Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah

song performed by ZZ Top
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You Gotta Get Up, And Get Away... Boy!

You gotta get up,
And get away...
Boy.
The beating of the streets has aged,
And...
You like repeated.
You gotta get up,
And get away...
Boy.
The beating of the streets has aged,
And...
You like repeated.

From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.

Between sunsets...
There you are,
At that spot you've got.
And,
You hustle...
To get a buck.
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.

Between sunsets...
There you are at that spot you've got.
And you hustle...
To get a buck.
But you can't give that hustle up?

From noon until dawn,
You hustle,
And you can't give up...
Your hustle,
To get a buck!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Revenge Of Hamish

It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
And all of a sudden the sinister smell of a man,
Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran
Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way.

Then Nan got a-tremble at nostril; she was the daintiest doe;
In the print of her velvet flank on the velvet fern
She reared, and rounded her ears in turn.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream slowlier came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.

Then Alan the huntsman sprang over the hillock, the hounds shot by,
The does and the ten-tined buck made a marvellous bound,
The hounds swept after with never a sound,
But Alan loud winded his horn in sign that the quarry was nigh.

For at dawn of that day proud Maclean of Lochbuy to the hunt had waxed wild,
And he cursed at old Alan till Alan fared off with the hounds
For to drive him the deer to the lower glen-grounds:
"I will kill a red deer," quoth Maclean, "in the sight of the wife
and the child."

So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;
But he hurried tall Hamish the henchman ahead: "Go turn," --
Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,
Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand."

Now hard-fortuned Hamish, half blown of his breath with the height
of the hill,
Was white in the face when the ten-tined buck and the does
Drew leaping to burn-ward; huskily rose
His shouts, and his nether lip twitched, and his legs were o'er-weak
for his will.

So the deer darted lightly by Hamish and bounded away to the burn.
But Maclean never bating his watch tarried waiting below
Still Hamish hung heavy with fear for to go
All the space of an hour; then he went, and his face was greenish and stern,

And his eye sat back in the socket, and shrunken the eyeballs shone,
As withdrawn from a vision of deeds it were shame to see.
"Now, now, grim henchman, what is't with thee?"
Brake Maclean, and his wrath rose red as a beacon the wind hath upblown.

"Three does and a ten-tined buck made out," spoke Hamish, full mild,
"And I ran for to turn, but my breath it was blown, and they passed;

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poem by Sidney Lanier
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Hot Gal Today

Mr. Vegas & Sean Paul)
Hey me and you cyann guh nuh wheh yu kno
Shut up yu moooout
A my gyal dat my yute
My boo
Yow, a whappen to yuh?
Seana Paul and Mista Vegas again
Dutty yo
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
Well, competition haffi gwaan cau me fus
Sight da gyal yah - Jah know seh a war bus
Between Sauna Paul and Mistah Vegus
A which one a pour di coffee dung in har t'ermos?
Mi haffi get da gyal yah now
Man a gyow yuh deh gyow
Shi leggo har numbah pon mi
Would be di wrong numbah yow
Mi beg har for a date
An den shi kill yu wid di "No"
Seh dutty still know man a nuh bait, a man nuh ole poppyshow
Becau mi haffi mek a try
Haffi get a bligh
Getti neegle eye
I an I naah guh romp wit nuh guy
Or mi haffi mek a cruise inna mi rubbah shoes
Gal a get bruise
Seana Paul win an Vegas a lose
Shilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
An mi alone have di key to har apartment
Shi only waan use Vegas fi pay rent
Shi seh shi love mi body scent an mi accent
Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy wheh jooks wid him parents
But nuh see how mi have di gyal wee-ee-eak?
Ooman want a man wheh can dwee-ee-eet
Shi want di lovin right trou di wee-ee-eek
An shi nuh waan nuh man wheh love slee-ee-eep
Could yu be tellin mi dat i man is a punk
When seven days a di week nuh an yu stop from get junk?
Well i man bun up di chronic - a di highest grade skunk
An charge up mi body cau Jah know mi naah flunk. Ay
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah

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song performed by Sean Paul
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Let Me In

[50 Cent]
yea.....its 50 cent...young buck
g-g-g-g-g-g-UNIT
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end
go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party
harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers
or run wit winnirs dat win
[Young Buck]
i feel attention when i walk in a club
g-unit to da socks bitches all on a thug
gimme a henny on the rocks n a bottle of bub
i dont need security dis 4 nickle enuf
i came to ball wit chall bop the bar and all
so bitches call ya hoes and niggas call ya dawgs(I'm here)
if u luv yo wife keep her and home tonite
she might neva come home again nigga ight
teeth neck rists all lights my lifes like
ridin in cashville n runnin on stoplights
homie its dat real i pray i keep livin
my momma just had a dream of seein my in prison
my daddy's a dope feen n i dont really miss him
aint see em in 10 yrs and da nigga still livin
the same ol 2 step we move to a rythem
50 holla get em buck!
u know i'm gon get em
[Chorus] (x2)
i know u gon let me shine n get mine
i know u gon let me in wit dis 9
i know u gon let me smoke up my weed
i know u gon let me drink wit no ID
[verse 2]
i know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at the same time
took a couple shots to some niggas tryin to take mine
i'm bak on da block wit a choppa and a tech 9
niggas shootin cops in da hood runnin stop signs
G-Unit The Game!
bitches doin wut the thugs do
g d's vice lords crips and the bloods too
move let me come thru aint a pair of handcuffs can hold me
i'm ridin in a old skool listenin to oldies
my golds be shinin dem hoes be cryin
the handle of my 4-5 outlined in diamonds
just left cashville bout to fly to miami
hopin yayo watchin eminem perform at the grammy's
the reason niggas ? prolly cant stand me
i know money will make hally barry come out dem panties
(ya'll niggas in trouble.....they shuda neva let me in)
chorus x2
[verse 3]
bitch i cud make em bounce back

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song performed by Young Buck
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Tear Da Club Up 97

Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild

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song performed by Three 6 Mafia
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Thurso’s Landing

I
The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
Where it falls from the north to Mill Creek. They scattered and hid
Behind cut banks, except one blond young man
Who stooped over the rock and strolled away smiling
As if he shared a secret joke with the dynamite;
It waited until he had passed back of a boulder,
Then split its rock cage; a yellowish torrent
Of fragments rose up the air and the echoes bumped
From mountain to mountain. The men returned slowly
And took up their dropped tools, while a banner of dust
Waved over the gorge on the northwest wind, very high
Above the heads of the forest.
Some distance west of the road,
On the promontory above the triangle
Of glittering ocean that fills the gorge-mouth,
A woman and a lame man from the farm below
Had been watching, and turned to go down the hill. The young
woman looked back,
Widening her violet eyes under the shade of her hand. 'I think
they'll blast again in a minute.'
And the man: 'I wish they'd let the poor old road be. I don't
like improvements.' 'Why not?' 'They bring in the world;
We're well without it.' His lameness gave him some look of age
but he was young too; tall and thin-faced,
With a high wavering nose. 'Isn't he amusing,' she said, 'that
boy Rick Armstrong, the dynamite man,
How slowly he walks away after he lights the fuse. He loves to
show off. Reave likes him, too,'
She added; and they clambered down the path in the rock-face,
little dark specks
Between the great headland rock and the bright blue sea.

II
The road-workers had made their camp
North of this headland, where the sea-cliff was broken down and
sloped to a cove. The violet-eyed woman's husband,
Reave Thurso, rode down the slope to the camp in the gorgeous
autumn sundown, his hired man Johnny Luna
Riding behind him. The road-men had just quit work and four
or five were bathing in the purple surf-edge,
The others talked by the tents; blue smoke fragrant with food
and oak-wood drifted from the cabin stove-pipe
And slowly went fainting up the vast hill.
Thurso drew rein by
a group of men at a tent door
And frowned at them without speaking, square-shouldered and
heavy-jawed, too heavy with strength for so young a man,
He chose one of the men with his eyes. 'You're Danny Woodruff,

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Look At Me Now (feat. Mr Porter)

[Young Buck]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life,
Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young Buck
Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It

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song performed by Young Buck
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Shame On A Nuh

* - also available on the radio-edited 36 chambers cd
Intro:
Yo this the o.d.b.
New radio version for ya called shame on a nuh
So everybody,..a jump on it
Shame on a nuh! who try to run game on a nuh
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nuh who try to run game on a nuh
Wu buck- uhh uhh uhh
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!
Ol dirty bast...................cut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof,
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? shoot?
Blaow! how you like me now? dont front the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked on out?
Brother, get on it like that, then shout!
[method]
Yo rza, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage. my clan, understand, it be flavor
Gunnin! hummin comin atcha
First Im gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gatcha!
You could never capture the method mans stature
For rhyme & for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
My style?
Never! I put the ... buck in the wild kid, Im terror
Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders,
Im better than my compeda!
You mean competitor, whadeva! lets get together
[shame on a nuh who try to run game on a nuh
Wu come wild with the tri-blaow!]
[raekwon]
I react so thick, Im phat, and yo!
Rae came blowing & blew off ya headphones
Black, rap from yo cali to texas
Smoother than a lexus, nows my turn to wreck this!
Brothers approach & half step, but aint heard
Half of it yet, and I bet youre not a what! vet!
So, when you see me on the real, formin like voltron,
Remember I got deep like a navy seal!
[shame on a nuh who try to run game on a nuh
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nuh who try to run game on a nuh
Ill said get out!]
Verse two: ol dirty bastard
Yo...!
I come with that ol loco
Style from my vocal
Couldnt peep it with a pair of bifocals

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song performed by Wu-tang Clan
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Sonnet- Buck Up Man!

Oh, Buck up-Man! for things don't ever wait;
'Tis good that none know what the morrow brings;
The world is large; But heart of man has hate;
The earth isn't fit for good human Beings.

Oh, Buck up Man! there's lot to do in life;
A lazy man is wasting precious time;
Don't leave to rust but go whet your blunt knife;
Still lots of ways can make your life sublime.

Oh, Buck up Man for Earth will soon be gone;
Prepare your soul for Heaven's banquet then;
And never mind however you were born;
The Lord's Abode is for all righteous men.
Oh, Buck up Man! tomorrow still brings Hope;
Make up your mind and things all you can cope.

poem by John Celes
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Truman Teaches Romney Where The Buck Stops

On the desk of President Truman did sit a sign
famous defining standard of the man throughout
the land of the great United States of America!

Truman sitting at his desk in his White House
office had responsibility sign 'The Buck Stops Here'
because in Truman's administration the president

took responsibility for the welfare of all Americans!
No poker player hustler could be elected president
swindle 47% of the American people and say it is not

his responsibility as president to care for all citizens!
Mitt Romney passed the buck declaring all voters
who would not vote for him were not his responsibility...

in his vision for a Romney rummy federal government!
President Truman had a motto even for Monday morning
because as star quarterback for a nation when a decision

is up before you then by you the decision has to be made!
President Truman defined what 'The Buck Stops Here'
means in January 1953 in his farewell address to his then

responsibility the American people asserting specifically
'The President-whoever he is-has to decide. He can't
pass the buck to anybody. No one else can do the deciding

for him. That's his job.' Responsibility for all Americans!

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Boy Who Had Buck Teeth

The other boys taunted and jeered at the boy with buck teeth
And they called him rude names as he walked down the street
But the boy with buck teeth is a winner today
Those who laugh last laugh loudest some are known to say
The reason for his success not hard to explain
The boy who had buck teeth has a marvelous brain
Their taunts only fueled his desire to succeed
Of his many successes we hear of and read
The boy who had buck teeth is lauded far and wide
His praises sung far from his home country-side
And those who laughed at him seem ordinary indeed
Their journeys in life to success did not lead
The masses out there they did not impress
But the one they once taunted is a huge success.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Buck Rogers

He's got a brand new car
Looks like a jaguar
It's got leather seats
It's got a cd player
But I don't wanna talk about it anymore
I think we're gonna make it
I think we're gonna save it yeah
So don't you try and fake it anymore
Buck Rogers - Buck Rogers
We'll start over again
Grow ourselves new skin
Get a house in Devon
Drink cider from a lemon
But I don't wanna talk about it anymore
I think we're gonna save it yet
So don't you try and fake it anymore
But I don't wanna talk about it anymore
I think we're gonna save it yet
So don't you try and fake it anymore
He's got a brand new car
He's got a brand new car
A brand new car
A brand new car
A brand new car
Buck Rogers
I think we're gonna make it
I think we're gonna save it yet
So don't you try and fake it anymore
I think we're gonna make it
I think we're gonna save it yet
So don't you try and fake it anymore, anymore

song performed by Feeder
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Wicked

Intro: (some dreadhead, wont translate to avoid offending)
Verse 1:
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style and you know that Im from the wicked
Crew, act like you knew
Cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo
Pick it, wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9s]
Play ya and Ill slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the hey-a
Ready to buck buck buck and its a must
To duck duck duck before I bust
Lookin for the one that did it
But like en vogue, no youre never gonna get it
Cos Im the one with the fat mad skills
And I wont choke like the buffalo bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
Cos larry parker just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
And Ill slam dunk ya like shaquille oneal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that test tube baby
Kick it cos I get wicked
Chorus: (some toaster, once again wont translate to avoid offending)
Verse 2:
Wont say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece thatll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cos Im down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
Label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls thats nicety
Yo, I gotta body count like ice-t
From here to new york
I get skins and aint talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didnt know I was funky as wilson pickett
Dig it cos I get wicked
Chorus
Verse 3:
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and Im lookin out the window like malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boys

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song performed by Ice Cube
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Buck

Andy stroud
Buck
Youre a whole lot a man
Just take a look
At your great big hands
You know you can crush
Poor me in two
But gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
I say I never have to worry
bout you goin out
There aint no other woman
Aint no need to doubt
So early to bed
And early to rise
I know just what youre thinkin
Bye the look in your eyes
I say buck
So sweet is your back
I like to wash you
And kiss you when youre wet
So hold me close
And squeeze me till I sigh
Please love me, honey
Till the day I die
I say buck
There aint no other man around
Get your lover gal
To calm right down
No question bout the way
I feel for you
So gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do

song performed by Nina Simone
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The Max

Where are u?
U can relax now, the max is in control
Go... yeah yeah
When my back is so far back its on the other side of the wall
When half a chance is all I get if I get a chance at all
When the going gets tougher than the tough can go
I grind the axe - thats when I go, I go, I go 2 the max. I go
The max - yo baby, tell me where the partys at
The max - yo baby, I wanna shuffle the cards in that stack (I go)
The max - we can dance if u want 2, but I might break yo back
The max - more funk for your buck u can bet on that
When they tell me 2 walk a straight line
I put on crooked shoes
When they tell me that I cant live forever
I pay some overdues (kick it)
When they start makin up a crazy rule
Thats when I break a back
Cuz when I go, I go, I go 2 the max. I go
The max - yo baby (oh yeah), tell me where the partys at
The max - yo baby, I wanna shuffle the cards in that stack (oh, yeah yeah)
The max - we can dance if u want 2 (ooh yeah), but I might break yo back
(2 the max)
The max - more funk for your buck u can bet on that
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Oh, yeah yeah!
(dig it) when my body starts to shiver from the chill of
The scarlett sweat
When my lips eclipse the sun and the moon
Reflecting from the wet
When the blood of my love outraces
Every one of the stallions in your pack - thats when
U go, u go, u go 2 the max. u go
The max (2 the max)
The max (oooh, get funky)
The max (get-get-get funky) (2 the max)
The max (get funky)
Let go
I think Im gonna like this
Lets go (dance)
I wanna dance
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go (oh yeah yeah!)
I go 2 the max
Im not afraid (oh my God)
I wanna dance
Then listen -

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song performed by Prince
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The Max (Instrumental)

Where are U?
U can relax now, the max is in control, uh
I Go (this is something 4 nothing), ah yeah yeah
When my back is so far back it's on the other side of the wall
When half a chance is all I get, if I get a chance at all
When the going gets tougher than the tough can go
I grind the ax - that's when I go, I go, I go 2 the max, I go
The max-- yo baby, tell me where the party's at (This is something)
The max-- yo baby, I wanna shuffle the cards in that stack (I go)
The max - we can dance if U want 2 but I might break your back (Yeah) (This is something)
The max -- MO 4 4 your buck U can bet on that
When they tell me 2 walk a straight line
I put on crooked shoes
When they tell me that I can't live 4ever
I pay some overdues (Dig it)
When they start making up a crazy rule
That's when I break a back, cuz (Break a back)
When I go, I go, I go 2 the max, I go
The max-- yo baby, tell me where the party's at (This is something)(Oh Yeah)
The max-- yo baby, I wanna shuffle the cards in that stack (Ah yeah yeah) (Yeah)
The max - we can dance if U want 2 but I might break your back (This is something)(Yeah)
The max -- MO 4 4 your buck U can bet on that
(Let's go {x4) (Oow) (Ah yeah yeah)
When my body starts 2 shiver from the chill of a scarlet sweat (Dig it)
When my lips eclipse the sun and the moon reflecting from the wet
When the blood of my love outraces everyone of the stallions in your pack
That's when U go, U go, U go 2 the max
U go, (The max, the max) (Oh get funky)
(The max) (Git, git, git funky) (Oow)
(The max) (Get funky) (Let's go)
I think I'm gonna like this (Let's go {x2}) (Dance)
I wanna dance (Let's go {x2}) (Ah yeah yeah)
I go 2 the max I'm not afraid (Oh my God!)
I wanna dance (Hey listen)
When the going gets tougher than tough can go I grind the ax
That's when I go, I go, I go 2 the max...I go
The max-- yo baby, tell me where the party's at(This is something)
The max-- yo baby, I wanna shuffle the cards in that stack
The max - we can dance if U want 2 but I might break your back (This is something)
The max -- MO 4 4 your buck U can bet on that
This is the max
Dear love, dear love, dear love forgive me 4 my sins
But U left me such a cold cold world 2 suffer in (Dig it)
And contrary 2 popular belief even though one's life is brief
If U go there once U'll come again and again and again and a (Let's go)
(When some something...)
This is the max

song performed by Prince
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Passing The Buck

Whatever the task that comes your way,
Just take it as part of your luck.
Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
'This is
my
task, I'll do it to-day':
Don't pass the buck.

Oh! whether you cook, or whether you fight,
Or whether you trundle a truck,
Just tackle your job and do it right:
Don't pass the buck.

The wheels of the earth have gone, alack!
Deep into war's mire and muck.
If you want to put it again on its track,
Don't shift your load on another man's back:
Don't pass the buck.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Horse Trader

I traded for a horse one time
He wouldn't take no beauty prize
A great big long-eared blue roan gelding
Not too bad fore weight and size
I had to make some tough old circles
And this trader guaranteed
This horse would show me lots of country
And not need too much rest or feed

He said, "Now this here ain't no kids horse
But he'll pack you up the creek
He will bump up on some occasions
And he has been known to kick
I wouldn't trade him just to anyone
Without having some remorse
But if yer a shore enough cow puncher
Mister, he's yer kinda of horse

I stepped on that horse the next mornin'
He began to buck and bawl
That trader maybe hadn't lied none
But he hadn't told it all
Because we shore tore up the country
Where he throwed that equine fit
And I almost ran out of hand holds
By the time he finally quit

I guess that must'a set the pattern
Things just never seems to change
Although I showed him lots of country
Every corner of the range
But every time I'd ride that BOOGER
Why, he'd keep me sittin' tight
I knew I'd make at least three bronc rides
` Fore he'd pack me home that night

Which woulda been ok
With lots of horses that I knowed
But that old pony had my number
I'd just barely got him rode
And the thing that really spooked me
And put a damper on my pride
He was learning how to buck
Faster than I was learning how to ride

I pulled into camp one evening;
It was getting pretty late
I see this grey horse in the corral
And there's a saddle by the gate
I looked that grey over

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poem by Kendra Tyler
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