[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
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 bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you`re face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
Chorus: repeat 4X
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse Two: Buckshot
Real niggaz represent and don`t die
Never dead like I said all we fuckin 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 pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches
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 fuck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I`m small but strong like that fucking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I`m all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
Chorus
Verse Three: Tek
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 FUCK 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
Chorus
