[00:00.000] 作曲 : Black Moon
[00:00.193][Sample]
[00:00.193]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:03.047]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:05.389]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:08.262]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:10.890]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:13.226]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:15.841]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:18.470]Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
[00:19.526]
[00:20.027][Verse One: Steele]
[00:20.799]Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
[00:23.675]Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
[00:26.269]Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
[00:28.628]The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
[00:31.244]BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
[00:33.850]Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
[00:36.470]But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
[00:39.067]Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
[00:41.664]Check the drums of death as I break what's left
[00:44.530]of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
[00:46.877]Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
[00:49.461]I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
[00:52.073]Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
[00:54.685]And if your b***h is a dime she can get the dic
[00:57.274]Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
[00:59.632]The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
[01:02.243]What p***y? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
[01:04.849]Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
[01:06.928]
[01:07.188][Chorus]
[01:07.188]Load the clip, bust lead to the head
[01:10.052]The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[01:12.670]x4
[01:26.954]
[01:27.479][Verse Two: Buckshot]
[01:28.964]Real niggaz represent and don't die
[01:30.535]Never dead like I said all we ****in do is multiply
[01:33.655]I puff a mad bag of buddha
[01:35.473]Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
[01:36.786]I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
[01:38.619]I get so much p***y my d**k be in stitche
[01:40.977]Red-boned or even ****ed-up black Zulu bastard
[01:43.573]What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
[01:46.162]Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
[01:48.758]If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
[01:51.374]Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a **** my c**k you can suc
[01:53.728]Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
[01:56.335]I'm small but strong like that ****ing gorilla
[01:58.932]A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
[02:01.516]I never gave a ****, I never give a ****, cuz I'm all that
[02:04.114]I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
[02:06.730]I even blew your b***h cuz your man tried to stick m
[02:08.283]
[02:08.805][Chorus]
[02:09.312]Load the clip, bust lead to the head
[02:11.917]The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[02:14.529]x4
[02:29.375]
[02:29.636][Verse Three: Tek]
[02:30.156]Ahh shit, a personality split
[02:31.971]And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
[02:35.361]A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
[02:37.714]I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
[02:40.338]Another boom blew up the scene
[02:43.363]throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
[02:45.190]team
[02:45.704]G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
[02:48.325]There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
[02:50.148]Straight up and down, nuff' respect to Bucktown
[02:52.751]Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a **** now
[02:55.897]Damn, just when you thought it was safe
[02:58.489]to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
[03:01.078]Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
[03:03.674]so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
[03:06.476]Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
[03:08.544]pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
[03:10.088]
[03:11.115][Chorus]
[03:11.365]Load the clip, bust lead to the head
[03:13.968]The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[03:16.565]x4

作曲 : Black Moon
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun

Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz 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 cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse 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 it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your b***h is a dime she can get the dic
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What p***y? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
x4

Real niggaz represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we ****in do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much p***y my d**k be in stitche
Red-boned or even ****ed-up black Zulu bastard
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 niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a **** my c**k you can suc
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but strong like that ****ing gorilla
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 b***h cuz your man tried to stick m

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
x4

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

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
x4