Paris (Rapper) - Buck, Buck, Pa** lyrics

[Verse 1] I was told, because I didn't witness the jump off I was sick even 'fore I got my first cough I was cold and black and made for k**in' With no conscience or feelings Just like the million other burners that's just like me Assembly line made k**ers for the murder and bleedin' Got my first taste loaded when they tried to test me Exploded on the first one, caught him in his chest That's what a gat's made of Knowin' I'm the hate that hate made, and regulate anyone Equalize, neutralize any situation Any cat runnin' up, any confrontation I was put into a room with the rest of us With the rest of us, ready to bust Many rounds, any town, any city or state Never rest, any contest, sealin' your fate No mistake, I only come out when talkin's done After squawkin' some, and never run Never foolin' and ya just might lose, black steel in the hour Give the power to the average dude shootin' Clik clak boom, that's the rule Clear the room, when I move 'em, cause confusion Known for retribution, ain't no mercy, it's murder I burn 'em and hurt 'em no further words necessary [Hook] We bring the, pain to make ya bend No thing to, make ya, understand Just blast it, pa** it, on again Keep it movin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** Don't fight, no, we blow, holes in them We might go, psycho, soldier then Just line the, sight up, hold the grip Keep it shootin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** [Verse 2] Guess I pa**ed the first test ‘cause they shipped me out Extra clips and a grip quick to whip me out Turn nerds and these teenagers into k**ers Overseas in Afghanistan, every village I would go from being cold to warm, to hot quick If anybody wanted some, it's on Once dumped on a whole neighborhood for fun Even shoot you in your back it I caught your a** runnin' Little kids and they mamas too Might pick ya little man off the roof, who's who Don't matter cause they all look the same to me The blood splatter on the concrete stains and claims the streets No peace from this piece I squeeze em and beat 'em, feed 'em slugs when the lugs get dumped It's no reasoning, it's no use pleading, it's open season We defeat 'em when this heater get heated I bleed 'em and leave 'em [Hook] We bring the, pain to make ya bend No thing to, make ya, understand Just blast it, pa** it, on again Keep it movin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** Don't fight, no, we blow, holes in them We might go, psycho, soldier then Just line the, sight up, hold the grip Keep it shootin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** [Verse 3] Made it back in one piece fasho But can't say the same for the homeboy that brought me home He was off on that PTSD The PTSD was keepin' him tweakin' and testy 'Fore long for we was hittin' the streets Bloodshed wasn't nothin' to me, we street sweepin' with no relief Full metal jacket as we pump and dump 'em and stack 'em Let's get it crackin' Be the first to burst, now who's the last to last, I blast them To ashes, and fill they little caskets fast That's what I do, that's my job, I was made for the beef k**in' off all these young black men and causing grief Oakland, Frisco, Detroit, LA, Chicago That's where I go From city to city, backyard to yard, even Newtown Connecticut But now ya wanna ban my clips, hypocrites Never gave a damn about a black teen dyin' Quit lyin' Take me down to your neighborhood buy back They so scared, they don't want to see me try that But it's so many more like me We multiply, never die, we exist to feed We exist in America from corporate greed In the midst of the fake fear, lyin' and evil Even got the police turnin' on each other Blap a pig with that "get back," run for cover Now it's all bad, funny how it's all bad When the tables turn, got 'em shakin' till they fall back And ya better hope that we don't come for ya NRA, LaPierre, get 'em done for ya Never thought we would come back and gun for ya Pull the hammer smooth back and then dump for ya [Interlude] "Most of the shootings took place in poor neighborhoods, far from downtown and tourist attractions; One reason much of the city seems to be shrugging its shoulders." [Hook] We bring the, pain to make ya bend No thing to, make ya, understand Just blast it, pa** it, on again Keep it movin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** Don't fight, no, we blow, holes in them We might go, psycho, soldier then Just line the, sight up, hold the grip Keep it shootin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** We bring the, pain to make ya bend No thing to, make ya, understand Just blast it, pa** it, on again Keep it movin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa** Don't fight, no, we blow, holes in them We might go, psycho, soldier then Just line the, sight up, hold the grip Keep it shootin' when we Buck, Buck, Pa**