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[Intro:
Aiyyo is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

Shorty]
Anything can
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah,
[Buckshot,
Buckshot, he be the
What, watch step

Shorty]
Can I it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, what?
Think about it, shorty what you drivin' by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the
And one day I see you at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a
after that party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s rushed the in 2K
Buck - The be - fled the scene right before the cops
and the Swats came with the beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the niggas peel out
Don't [undecipherable]

If you don't know you should know by now
Ice got more game the law allows
up - the biggest baller in the industry
Went from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the
Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just fade
Rolex in the tenth grade, was laid
I wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the on my knees
I'll roll across the break and that ass with these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in
Drop the top on the flo', let you the breeze

Shorty]
Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill
Thoroughbred born a strong seed
Led by a bunch of (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is wow!
Look at how my brain ay you out the frames
twist of fate cause you say the same now
The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas I'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the
run Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
Chop the throat like a from Judo, nigga you know

Is it new year God? I'm back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the
New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for skills
I've served so many rappers I can a land field fool
You've for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck , I got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, comprehend the styles I sin
been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the West cheered I peel libs
What prayin' that you do hill when I all did
Like your girl gotta she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts itch
(Whta, what, what?)

Shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, body like pit bulls
We don't give a if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn is known to rep-resent
Any nigga that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get your shit then your shit is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your Ap'
It's just a that niggas ain't shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the
ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company
Duck the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically I bring the pain and the game with no padlock and chain
Some said Buck went bust
But when I came out, I 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original man
Makin' million I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they up
L.A. style, what? (West Side!!)
If you've seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your your group, your troops
These gang killers is plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let sharks feed me
start screamin' and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't the burner in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm the ill perform, perform, perform...