Dead End Street

Shh. Woo. Buc 5'9. Hook: Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street You can't cross me Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street Fuckin' wit me Walkin' down a dead end street I saw you walkin' down a dead end street Killin' tonight Verse 1: "It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me, my friend." That only leads to dead ends. Tu' comprende, comprehend? I'm a human warhead Please mercy, you know better Fuck the Khan with the knowledge of wealth that I'ma shed "Break bread, death breeds money.", Bucfusius said But I ain't gonna die alone. I put somebody to bed I ain't Sylvester, but I'm still a looooone young Judge Dread And to the streets I plead: Down with the hardest of heads Call me, 'Bucky The Kid' or 'Buctradamus' 'King Buc', for short or 'King Buc and Common' Campaign bucanomics Sucka free street movement are bionic High power, supersonic, movin' faster than comets Indian hit Dr. Shaman worth my weight in the diamonds Plus I'll make you die, man Hook Verse 2: I leave trails of bullet shells Like Hansel & Gretel Did with the bread But except instead To get home I follow the path of the dead Puttin' lt back together like Smooth B & Ray Retarded kids are smarter, kid. I'm sick in the head Christopher Reevein' niggas was the way I was bred (he he) Slidin' on fools like Jamaican bobsleds Make rastas dread Grab heat from tool shed And these are the straps that I manifest I'm waitin' to catch wreck on all you fuckheads Mission's at the continent With the usual suspects that you can't neglect Get real with or play chess I take showers in my pants, more luck than Irish Why you jam like tecs? I'm taxin' like the IRS Signin' out, Buc, but again: adios, god bless MC's was a better remake Hook Killin' technology I call lt bucnology