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[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
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Verse One: Steele
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Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
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Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
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Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
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The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
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BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
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Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
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But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
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Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
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Check the drums of death as I break what's left
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of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
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Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
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I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
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Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
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And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
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Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
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The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
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What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
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Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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Load the clip, bust lead to the head
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The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
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Verse Two: Buckshot
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Real niggaz represent and don't die
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Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply
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I puff a mad bag of buddha
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Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
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I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
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I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches
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Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches
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What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
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Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I
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walk ya
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If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
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Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck
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Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
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I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla
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A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
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I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that
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I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
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I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Tek
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Ahh shit, a personality split
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And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
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A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
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I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
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Another boom blew up the scene
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throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
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team
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G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
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There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
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Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
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Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now
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Damn, just when you thought it was safe
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to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
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Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
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so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
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Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
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pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
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Chorus
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Black Smif-N-Wessun
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| Black Moon |
