ترانه:
Buck O Nine Callin In Sick

im calling in sick im calling in sick this is mike and im calling in sick my leg got hurt got hit by a brick this is mike and im calling in sick i spent

niggas better start puttin' on helmets, I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax, Funk comin' in stacks, bullets from gats, So I duck, lyrical buck buck

the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggaz is waiting in Hell for He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood Sick of the thugs, sick

in south central Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew 'Cause it's judgment day and Ice Cube is terminigga 2 Pow, pow, buck, buck, pow, buck

M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic City back lookin like eighty-nine

write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin' on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck

in love the way we throw this dick The hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick (Oh) Nigga all of our

mic they call me dj murderahh Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, follow me now Lyrical champion, well they call

was a toddler Drama, the nine-seven nigga Madonna Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana Sick, dick about nine inch thick I make a fo'-twenty Benz-o