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[Intro:
this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

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

Shorty]
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 ain't worth shit, nigga
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 standin' at a token
It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a
Right after that party that he out down the way
spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s rushed the in 2K
Buck - The be - fled the scene right before the cops
and the Swats came with the beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas out
squeal [undecipherable]

If you niggas know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law
up - the biggest baller in the industry
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 just fade
in the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor
dice in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break ass with these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the

Shorty]
Trees make my bleed I come from an ill breed
Thoroughbred born from a seed
Led by a of individuals (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is 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 no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
Chop the throat like a from Judo, nigga you know

Is it new year God? I'm comin' mad-hard
Movin' harder a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers I can make a land fool
doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , I got more pool than a
Matter of fact, never the styles I sin
I've been breakin', fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the Side cheered I peel libs
What that 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 nuts itch
(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 happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get your shit taken 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 shit like Egyptians, nigga
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the
the bullshit talk - where the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a
Duck Down's the name, rap is the aim
Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no and chain
Some said Buck went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
Look at your sound scam, brown man
Makin' everytime I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they 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 nigga
They love to up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me
Bitches start and stampedin'
God it's evening, I didn't 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...