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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam Watts in Compton

[Buckshot
can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah,
[Buckshot,
Buckshot, he be the
What, your step

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

If you niggas know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law
Straight up - the baller in the industry
straight 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, hair was
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor
Shot in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that ass these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in
the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze

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

Is it new God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict a shack in the yard
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
rules , I got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, never the styles I sin
been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the West cheered I peel libs
What prayin' you do hill when I all ready did
Like your gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn pit bulls
We don't give a if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is to rep-resent
Any nigga happened that's why I
get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your shit taken then your is kept
Uh, in a step, if not got your back broke
ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that ain't shit
shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit - where the money?
Years ago, a of me ask me to start up a company
Duck Down's the name, rap is the aim
Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the with no padlock and chain
Some said that went bust
But I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime I a jam

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