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You must be blind and
To think that you can
Originoo gunn 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you they rest you
Underground, where you hear the
Bucktown!
where we roam
Pack mad
So niggas watch your
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to motherfuckin head
Batty bwoy dead

Time for action
Dick in yo satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like toni
I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck laugh at niggas
My mind off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I'll drill styles that the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and get choked
When they try to the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote
So ah make way for the blaster
Who blast bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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Well it's the louieville motherfucka
outta bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do a bodyguard
To block the body scars, always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger
All bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a clap
Slap the nigga face up and down, the smile off ya face
Or 2 strays straight to ya face
You punk pussy, you's a
I'ma your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The truth you let loose
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Ayo, go get your
Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga that stay
That rock still livin' ill
I kill at will
And fill you up yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man be my grandpops
I cops for glocks
And buck shots all over your
I believe there really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from old stiff shit

Niggas get crushed dust, they can feel the wrath plus
Fuck around and get that ass
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya
Fuckin with the starang ya the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin' niggas like austin
Niggas get like beans that's straight from boston
And my glocks make hot, cops get
More nervous thursdays on the box
And now and then a sucka trys to attack
Heltah skeltah the front, gunn clappaz in the back
So act, like you the mac to ya grill
Embrace my it's kill or be killed
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