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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in

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

[Buckshot
Can I hear it for (Buckshot)
hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, what?
Think about it, what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token
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 the party in 2K
Buck - The be - fled the scene right before the cops
and the Swats came with the triple
Uh, is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal

If you niggas don't you should know by now
Ice got more game the law allows
Straight up - the biggest baller in the
Went from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
Do you me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom
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 made
Shot in the bathroom on my knees
I'll across the break and break that ass with these
Start jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the

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

Is it new God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for skills
I've served so many I can make 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
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and
See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel
What prayin' that you do hill I all ready did
Like your girl admit she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't
(Whta, what, what?)

Shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click,
Brooklyn niggas is known to
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 back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that niggas ain't
Ain't like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to up a company
Duck Down's the name, rap is the aim
Lyrically I the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
Some said that Buck bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 throw they sets up
L.A. style, nigga (West Side!!)
If you've never it before they'll put a knot in your gut
up, check your areas your group, your troops
These killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks me
Bitches start screamin' and
God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my Buck, nobody seen him
in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...