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

Time for action
in yo mouth satisfaction
I it out you breathe again like toni braxton
I'm niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck laugh at niggas
My ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I'll drill styles keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and get choked
When they try to quote the notes that ruck wrote
So ah make way for the master
Who past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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Well it's the sluggah motherfucka
outta bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with crowd
is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, always stand in charge
I the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could a head clap
the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 straight to ya face
You punk pussy, a rookie
I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front
The truth you shoulda let
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Ayo, go get boys
Tell 'em bring the if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on nigga that stay blunted
That nigga 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 slam cops for
And shots all over your block
I can't believe really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin some old stiff shit

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