[00:03.54]Intro: sample x8
[00:04.29]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:06.51]Verse 1: Tek
[00:07.35]Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session
[00:09.06]Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
[00:10.92]Pick up the pace cause we're right behind ya black
[00:12.36]The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
[00:13.89]BOO-YAA-KAA Mr. Ripper did the shooting
[00:15.18]Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cause they're pursuing
[00:17.10]But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
[00:19.20]Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
[00:21.30]Check the drums of death as I break what's left
[01:11.67]Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
[01:12.63]Your family cried as your body lies in its casket
[01:17.10]I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
[01:22.38]Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
[01:23.25]And if your ***** is a dime she can get the ****
[01:28.56]Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
[02:11.97]The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
[02:17.01]What ***** Better drop your mic and get to steppin
[02:18.93]Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
[02:20.19]Hookx4
[02:20.22]Load the clip, bust lead to the head
[02:23.73]The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[02:25.89]Verse 2: Buckshot
[02:29.97]Real niggas represent and don't die
[03:13.89]Never dead like I said all we ****in do is multiply
[03:15.96]I puff a mad bag of buddha
[03:16.59]Niggas be like Yo who the shorty
[03:18.72]I'm bustin niggas with my six-shooter
[03:24.66]I get so much ***** my **** be in stitches
[03:26.52]Red-boned or even ****ed-up black Zulu *******
[03:29.40]What This lil nigga is a mad stalker
[03:32.61]Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
[03:36.18]If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggas get bucked
[03:37.32]Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a **** my **** you can suck
[03:38.73]Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
[03:40.17]I'm small but I'm strong like ten ****ing gorillas
[03:42.96]A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
[03:44.91]I never gave a ****, I never give a ****, cuz I'm all that
[03:46.50]I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
[03:47.97]I even blew your ***** cuz your man tried to stick me
[03:49.05]Hook
[03:49.14]Verse 3: Steele
[03:49.56]Ahh shit, a personality split
[03:51.00]And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
[03:55.53]A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
[03:56.88]I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss
[03:58.47]Another boom blew up the scene
[03:59.16]Throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team
[04:02.22]G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
[04:04.65]There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
[04:06.24]Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
[04:08.28]Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a **** now
[04:09.57]Damn, just when you thought it was safe
[04:10.62]To come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
[04:11.94]Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
[04:14.19]So I pack more steel lookin for the kill
[04:15.09]Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
[04:16.29]Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
[04:18.09]Hook

Intro: sample x8
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Verse 1: Tek
Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in its casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your ***** is a dime she can get the ****
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What ***** Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
Hookx4
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse 2: Buckshot
Real niggas represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we ****in do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggas be like Yo who the shorty
I'm bustin niggas with my six-shooter
I get so much ***** my **** be in stitches
Red-boned or even ****ed-up black Zulu *******
What This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggas get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a **** my **** you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but I'm strong like ten ****ing gorillas
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a ****, I never give a ****, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your ***** cuz your man tried to stick me
Hook
Verse 3: Steele
Ahh shit, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss
Another boom blew up the scene
Throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a **** now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
To come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
So I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
Hook