[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 st