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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, watch your

Shorty]
Can I hear it for (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit stop
It be hot, niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga
Think about it, shorty you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up 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 after that party he lead out down the way
spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.T.'s the party in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right the cops
and the Swats came with the triple
Uh, shit is you know how we do when the young niggas peel out
squeal [undecipherable]

If you niggas know you should know by now
Ice got more game the law allows
up - the biggest baller in the industry
Went straight from hoes on the NBC
Do you me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't
in the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything I wore to school baby was 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 the breeze

[Buckshot
Trees 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!
at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
twist of fate you say the same 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 when you start to the smoke
run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up
the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know

Is it new year I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna 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 , I got more pool than a mule
of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and
See I'm a from the West Side cheered I peel libs
What that you do hill when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy
But I hit it the Gin so my nuts don't itch
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit
We don't give a if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is to rep-resent
Any happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get
Get your shit taken then your shit is
Uh, in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that ain't shit
Ain't like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the
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 said that went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the
at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' everytime I drop a jam

Nigga duck, DJ the cut, huh
250 niggas they sets up
L.A. style, nigga (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a in your gut
Stand up, your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is plus they, off the loot
to leave a nigga bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' feed me
Bitches screamin' and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I leave the burner in the B.M.
my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
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