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[Intro:
Aiyyo this is Kam Watts in Compton

Shorty]
Anything can
stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
[Buckshot,
Buckshot, he be the
What, your step

[Buckshot
Can I hear it for (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, what?
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 party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s the party in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene before the cops
and the Swats came the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas out
Don't squeal

If you niggas know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law
Straight up - the biggest baller in the
Went straight pimpin' hoes 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 baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that ass with
Start jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the

Shorty]
Trees make my eyes bleed I from an ill breed
born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is wow!
Look at how my brain ay you out the frames
twist of fate cause you say the shit now
The Local Mobb and let y'all niggas know I'm dead
I'm serious, can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and you start to smell the smoke
run nigga ain't no joke 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 back mad-hard
harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap for freestyle skills
I've served so many I can make a land field fool
You've for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , I got more than a mule
Matter of fact, comprehend the styles I sin
I've been breakin', annihilate 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 your 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, drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click,
niggas is known to rep-resent
Any nigga that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, get strepped
Get your shit taken then your is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact niggas ain't shit
shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the
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
said that Buck went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
Look at your scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime I a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas they sets up
L.A. style, what? (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it 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 screamin' and
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody him
in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...