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 

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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 f**kin 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 f**ked-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 f**k my dick you can suck 

Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla 

I'm small but strong like that f**king gorilla 

A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map 

I never gave a f**k, I never give a f**k, 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 f**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 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