Buck Buck Lyrics

Buck Buck lyrics

f/ Poet







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[Scratching]



Circumstance is beyond our control







[Poet]



Livin' on the down low and I represent the Shaolion deep



Where crazy bother's known for buckin' a nigga, so don't sleep



????? Watch the bodies pile



Ooh child you can't fuck with my bloody murderstyle



I got you on a scope and it's sharper than a knife



Feel the 9-mill rip it through your flesh, taken life



Just another bitchass caught up in my warpath



Cut you right in half, feel the wrath of a bloodbath



Mass destruction, try test my function



With the padamin I kicks the flavor in ???? conjunction



what's more to prove nigga? Hold op



My hoodyman crew know I got shit so up!



One for all and all for one



Some for me and my crew, but nigga you gets none



So check out my steez, I get over like a bear



Hoppin' door and rush hour lookin' out for the coppa



Watch what you do and kid it's over when my glock pops



And my crew rocks, pack 'em in like a lunchbox



???'s mad shitty like a diper



You're just another victim of the rooftop sniper







[Chorus]



4x Buck buck buck



 The eyelid to let out!



 Three-fifty-seven! Boom!



 I put his head out







[Poet]



I wanna know, can you feel it?



The Tech-9 rip, because this be the season for catchin' a map clip



I'm showin' you who's nigga, when I smoke a hell off niggaz



Better recognize fool, when my finger's on the trigger



Go for the flow ho, just so you know



Punk niggaz like you can't fuck with my flow



The buckshot, one buckshot two



By the time we let off three, there'll be no one you



Because the buldge in my pants ain't just a big dick



Every 4th of July, you're bussin' shots with my click



And that crew consists of nigga Wrecker



But no, I'm the only bouncer, so love I, my brother



Big chop is on, I caught the storm



When I see a crazy cloud of meth comin' down like a hawk



And that can only mean Big Sam is in the hallway



With a fat blunt, gettin' fucked up all day



Slow decept you, flex you, now we bust



Fuck if we must, because the glocks we trust



Open up your eyes, now you see your triggerstyle



Glocks pop up, nigga what now? ChickaPOW!







[Chorus]







4x Buck Buck Buck



 The eyelid to let out



 Three fifty seven! Boom!



 I put his head out







[Poet]



Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang



Shells drop from the glock, now I know you can't hang



With the roughneck, hooligan, oh no not you again



Killin' mad force, no remorse when I do 'em in



Chose to oppose, now you sleep with the fishes



Tech-9 dreams clock nineteen wishes



My ??? gets crazy fat like a ham



Niggaz try to play me out and I'll be damned if I don't ?blam?



Step back, perpertratin' with the job



When it's time to survive, cock back with the full five



On the streets reaper, you met the grim reaper



Layin' six feet down, 'cause it gets no deeper







[Chorus]







4x Buck Buck Buck



 The eyelid to let out



 Three fifty seven! Boom!



 I put his head out







[The beat goes on with some scratches and then fades out]