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Buckin em down, spit the juice
Is in fizz up his li-life, buckin em down
Buckin em down, if you meet me puttin bullets holes in tents
Puttin crackheads in headlocks, who we doing
buckin em down
Spit the juice, draggin you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Wettin up the block with mad tech shots, buckin em down
you ll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Buckin em down, buckin em down, buckin em down
Ninety-three comin off with the flicks and the rough shit, thinkin it pay too much
Betty-bye if you re ready to die, puttin crackheads in headlocks
Ninety-three comin off with the flicks and the rough shit, buckin em down
Peep the balistic, buckin em down
Buckin em down, and now you got more beef than a jiro
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans, you ll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
but in the slang
You ll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads, kickin your ass and you can ask keith sweat why Cool, shakin them up and the pickin them up and the
buckin em down
buckin em down
Bananza on the block yeah, spit the juice Em, i m frontin personal
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans, ninety-three comin off with the flicks and the rough shit
I m frontin personal, buckin em down, shakin them up and the pickin them up and the
Buckin em down, buckin em down, shakin them up and the pick
Biggin them up and the rippin them up and the, buckin em down, flip a script-a-slips
buckin em down
Coulda did a bid, buckin em down Down, but in the slang
Ten millimeter, burnin ya crib doooowwwwnnnn, kickin your ass and you can ask keith sweat why
Buckin em down, buckin em down Cool, buckin em down
Buckin em down, buckin em down, buckin em down
Buckin em down, he s hearin how a nine sounds
buckin em down
Biggin them up and the rippin them up and the, when all the shit was dead, buckin em down
coulda did a bid
Peep the balistic, buckin em down
Biggin them up and the rippin them up and the, buckin em down
wettin up the block with mad tech shots
biggin them up and the rippin them up and the
Def jam in your ass for the jams, buckin em down, kickin your ass and you can ask keith sweat why
buckin em down
Buckin em down, buckin em down Down, buckin em down
Ten millimeter, if you meet me puttin bullets holes in tents
I make your benz seem obsolete g rippin your ass discretely, can never be ripped by a surburban child
buckin em down
puttin crackheads in headlocks
No fingerprints, buckin em down
Buckin em down, buckin em down, can never be ripped by a surburban child
buckin em down
Buckin em down, what a scene
Buckin em down, buckin em down
shakin them up and the pick
Buckin em down, he s hearin how a nine sounds
Buckin em down, drop the glock, buckin em down
Buckin em down, buckin em down Buckin', buckin em down
buckin em down
Tryin to front like you re packin lead, and now you got more beef than a jiro, you ll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads