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[Intro:
Aiyyo is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

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

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

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

Shorty]
Trees make my eyes I come from an ill breed
Thoroughbred born a strong seed
Led by a bunch of (Ali)
Uh, to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay you out the frames
twist of fate you say the same shit now
The Local Mobb and let y'all niggas know I'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get
Wait for the drill and when you start to smell the smoke
run nigga Buck ain't no I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
Chop the throat like a blow 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 hear me rap beggin' for freestyle
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 than a
Matter of fact, never the styles I sin
been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a from the West Side cheered I peel libs
What prayin' you do hill when I all ready did
Like your girl admit 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, drawn like pit bulls
We don't a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn is known to rep-resent
Any nigga that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get
Get your taken then your shit is kept
Uh, in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that ain't shit
Ain't like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty
Motherfuck the talk - where the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a
Down's the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically I the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
Some said that went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime I a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they up
L.A. style, what? (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your your group, your troops
gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let sharks feed me
Bitches start and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the in the B.M.
my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
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