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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in

[Buckshot
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, y'all niggas is in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga
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 standin' at a booth
It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a
Right after that party he lead out down the way
Gunshots - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s rushed the in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the right before the cops
and the Swats came the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do the young niggas peel out
Don't [undecipherable]

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

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

Is it new God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so rappers I can make a land field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a
Fuck rules , I got more 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 that you do hill when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't
(Whta, what, what?)

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

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 throw they sets up
L.A. style, what? (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check areas 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 fuckin' feed me
Bitches start and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody him
in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...