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You be blind and deaf
To think you can test
gunn clappz 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you they rest you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home we roam
mad chrome
So niggas watch dome-piece
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your head
bwoy gwan dead

Time for action
Dick in yo satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like braxton
I'm niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme and nine mills
So I'll styles that keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps get
When try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote
So ah way for the master blaster
Who past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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

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