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[Intro:
Aiyyo is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

Shorty]
Anything can
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 shit don't
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the market
I'm buck you worth shit, nigga what?
about 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 it was a Saturday
Right that party that 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 when the young niggas out
squeal [undecipherable]

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

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

Is it new year God? I'm comin' mad-hard
Movin' than a convict with a shack in the yard
New wanna 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, never the styles I sin
I've breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga the West Side cheered I peel libs
What that 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 don't
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot
got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn is known to rep-resent
Any nigga happened why I left
get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your shit taken then your is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back
ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that niggas shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, trippin'
Beenie-eyed, slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty
Motherfuck the 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 no padlock and chain
said that Buck went bust
But when I out, I left 'em all in the dust
at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' everytime I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 throw they sets up
L.A. style, nigga (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in gut
Stand up, your areas your group, your troops
gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a bleedin'
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...