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[Buckshot] Buck Buck Buck, stay in the cut Try to fuck wit this, you get two to ya gut Nigga what, what? All that shit you poppin is irrelevant You talkin for the hell of it, you need to back the fuck up Before you get clacked the fuck up, on some '86 shit, jack the fuck up Bring da ruckus, all these thorough niggas that's among us Put a bullet in your lung-us, listen I ain't gonna ask ya niggas why ya diss Cuz when I aim I never miss, my gun'll leave you breathless Blow out ya chest and leave you chestless, you tasteless I can't respect ya niggas, cuz you can't face this Nigga named Buck, in the flesh, what? Yeah, I seen ya lookin but ya mouth stay shut But, you get you throat cut steppin the wrong way Fuck the foreplay, pussy, bong 'em all day [Chorus x3] This is what is sounds like, when you're caught in the worldwind [Buckshot] You need to back the fuck up, before you get clacked the fuck up On some '86 shit, jack the fuck up Let me tell ya niggas my name, I'm Buckshot I rock all spots, and I stay on the block Wit lot's of niggas who say fuck the cops Letras de cancionesCuz every time we in the street they think we sweet, like we butterscotch So I gotta turn it up a notch and keep the extra glock inside the crotch And take ya niggas back like I'm Mayor Koch To the days of crack birth, that's when ya got smacked first If you didn't have your G up, on you re-up They pop niggas like you, drop niggas like you On the real, I never really liked niggas like you But I still, see you snakes walk pass the jakes On the regular, in Bucktown and put you in you're place Glock to ya face now, time to face the tune, you ain't a killer What nigga, fake dealer, on the real-a Ya niggas need to chill a little bit And stop talkin shit and sit off my did-ick [Chorus x4] [Hook x4] Duck Down nigga, what what? [Buckshot] Buck flow with the speed of a bobsled Bust led to the head, plus I stay red Every time I think about the dead I think about what Makaveli said, lick a shot, fuck the one's who bled In this MC shit, we agree shit got outta hand But they ain't stop the plan, uneffective No respect for this, but my perspective is Niggas who walk the path of the straight and narrow We could rule the land like Pharaohs Plus enjoy the bone to the marrow, delicious Eat 'em up, and fuck 'em real quick to break fast Shatter niggas dreams like glass-a-ass How many niggas wanna get with this shit? Mix the booze and sip wit this, it's what it sounds like [Chorus x7] [Hook x4] [Buckshot] Just inhale, and exhale Buckshot, I keep it real, I rock the spot still I do it like, I do it like, I do it like I do it like [Chorus to fade] From Letras Mania