Poker Face

<font size="1"><font> Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live [Buc Fifty] Yo yo yo yo what's crackin'? It's the one and only Buc-motherf**kin'-Fifty Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville I've got a license to kill And as for these bitches on the street, that love my s*x But y'all feel my depth appeal, yes it's real Buc-f**kin'-Fifty I'm young and deadly, that real nigga you pretend to be Armed heavily, quick on the draw, you're levelheaded G f**k sensitivity I ain't gentle B I'm head buttin', punk motherf**kin' niggas for frontin' Shake it on the ground chokin' on they own blood and Make your nose bone f**k your brains, when I'm buggin' Then I just laugh like I was playin' the dozens Cause you can't do me nothin' it's like style's my custom How I function, as a man from a munchkin I keep thumpin', run with a shady bunch and We was Murderville when Laverne was money-earnin' Getting' money like the Persians across the country burnin' Anything movin', any corner that we turnin' And knowledge ain't one thing that I'm concerned with Deadly hand speeders while you niggas can't stand me Come through and reject yo shit like Moka's candy I hear know excuses make sure you understand me Almost doesn't count my nigga ask Brandy [Prevail (Chorus x2)] Full house, royal flush, what you holdin'? You'll be foldin', f**kin' with Swollen Queens get jacked by the King of Spades Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev One, Poker Face [Mad Child] I'm a razor blade the face it turn cross the line And when it comes to