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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' in Compton

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

[Buckshot
Can I hear it for (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the don't stop
It be hot, y'all is worthless 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 at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, I it was a Saturday
Right after that that he lead 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 came with the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the niggas peel out
Don't [undecipherable]

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

[Buckshot
Trees make my eyes I come from an ill breed
born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of (Ali)
Uh, criminals to - this 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 niggas know I'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to the smoke
run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll 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' back
Movin' harder than a with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers I can make a land fool
You've for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , I got pool than a mule
of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
I've been breakin', fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the West cheered I peel libs
What prayin' that you do when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit
We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click,
Brooklyn is known to rep-resent
Any happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get your shit taken then your shit is
Uh, shit in a step, if not got back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your Ap'
It's a fact that niggas ain't shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a
Duck the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically I bring the pain and the game with no padlock and chain
Some said Buck went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
Look at your 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 seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the
Proceedin' to leave a nigga
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' feed me
Bitches start screamin' and
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...