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You must be and deaf
To that you can test
Originoo clappz 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you where they you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home we roam
Pack mad
So watch your dome-piece
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your head
Batty bwoy dead

Time for some
in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe like toni braxton
I'm askin niggas, but I'm niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just at niggas
My ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I'll drill that keep 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 past bastards, 'cause my mastered,uh

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Well it's the sluggah motherfucka
Straight bucktown!
Word to mother, is real fuckin' with this crowd
is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, you could catch a head clap
Slap the nigga up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 strays straight to ya
You pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play your ass a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The truth you shoulda let
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Ayo, go get boys
'em bring the noise if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga stay blunted
That rock still livin' ill
I will at will
And fill you up yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man that be my
I slam for glocks
And buck all over your block
I can't believe there be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock 'em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old shit

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