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[Intro:
Aiyyo is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

Shorty]
Anything can
stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
[Buckshot,
Buckshot, he be the
What, your step

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

If you niggas don't know you should by now
Ice got more than the law allows
Straight up - the baller in the industry
Went straight from hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the
got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade
Rolex in the tenth grade, was laid
Everything I wore to school was tailor made
Shot in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break ass with 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 born from a strong
Led by a of individuals (Ali)
Uh, to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my ay blew you out the frames
twist of fate cause you say the shit now
The Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead
I'm serious, can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the
run nigga Buck ain't no I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
Chop the like a blow from Judo, nigga you know

Is it new year I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the
New Jacks wanna me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers I can make a land field
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a
Fuck rules , I got more pool a mule
of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and
See I'm a nigga the West Side cheered I peel libs
What prayin' that you do hill I all ready did
Like your girl gotta she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my don't itch
(Whta, what, what?)

Shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn pit bulls
We give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
niggas is known to rep-resent
Any happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get your shit taken then your shit is
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that ain't shit
Ain't like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - the money?
ago, a friend 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 game no padlock and chain
Some that Buck went bust
But I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original man
Makin' million everytime I a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas they sets up
L.A. style, nigga (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before put a knot in your gut
Stand up, your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is plus they, off the loot
to leave a nigga bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let sharks feed me
Bitches start screamin' and
Thank God it's evening, I leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm the ill perform, perform, perform...