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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam Watts in Compton

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

[Buckshot
Can I it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, y'all is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't shit, nigga what?
Think it, shorty 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
Right after that that he lead out down the way
spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s rushed the in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the
and the Swats came with the triple
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas out
Don't [undecipherable]

If you niggas know you should know by now
Ice got more game the law allows
Straight up - the baller in the industry
Went straight from hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me? I it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you can't fade
Rolex in the grade, hair was laid
I wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the on my knees
I'll across 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

[Buckshot
make my eyes 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 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 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 a blow from Judo, nigga you know

Is it new year God? I'm comin' back
Movin' harder than a with a shack in the yard
New Jacks hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers I can a land field fool
You've for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , I got more pool than a
Matter of fact, comprehend the styles I sin
been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga the West Side cheered I peel libs
What prayin' you do hill when I all ready did
Like girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts itch
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot
Buck's got ya locked, body like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to
Any happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get shit taken 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 shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, 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 with no padlock and
Some that Buck went bust
But I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
Look at sound scam, original brown man
million everytime I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas they sets up
L.A. style, what? (West Side!!)
If you've seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your your group, your troops
These gang killers is real they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let sharks feed me
Bitches start screamin' and
Thank God 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...