[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, sh**'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 d**h 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 b**h is a dime she can get the co*k
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
[Hook][x4]
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Real n***as represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we f**in do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
n***as be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin n***as with my six-shooter
I get so much p**y my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even f**ed-up black Zulu b**hes
What? This lil n***a is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
If youse a bigger n***a bigger n***as get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a f** my dick you can s**
Buck is a k**er, thrill a n***a like Manilla
I'm small but I'm strong like ten f**ing gorillas
A crazy-a** n***a puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a f**, I never give a f**, cuz I'm all that
I take no sh** see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your b**h cuz your man tried to stick me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Steele]
Ahh sh**, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my n***a pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-a** shorty with no remorse
I k** 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 fu*k 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 k**
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
[Hook]