true story know what i'm sayin'
we got the duck down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real
you hear the truth from buck
my nigga to the end is kurupt
bee bee eyed buck does it all
elemental styles get exposed
flows from blow slow ya roll
sit back and crash the mo'
and if i gotta bash the hoe
i'ma back slap her throat
wid gail luck lightin' shit up
spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedos
compositions equivalent to collisons
the bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks
or you get all bombed drop
slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked
shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp
then stripped ah all ya shit
detonated and invaded then i'm out punk
survivin' a drought nigga
it's like that buck and kurupt
fuckin' wid the buck and kurupt
ya might get kurupted then get bucked
we about to light shit up
you bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
you nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass
quick as i can get my hands on my mausberg
rollin' wid a half ah bird
o-g-c'd up original gun clappin'
nuthin' but niggas and pistols
let these niggas know nigga
it's two shots the deuce is wild
buck wid the red eye stare
almost got blinded by a glare
hollow tips made the metal flare
aggravate ya body when it twist and grind
travel up ya spine up to ya dome
on a mission where we bone
sick niggas wear ski masks
old school shit smoke grass
fill up the glass and the shit splash
on my hand then i flcik the ash
you can keep the jeep while i creep
kurupt the king pinned you on the floor
in the back of a six hundred
life's a bitch and i love it
rock me a show in new york at the tunnel
do you got some motherfucka?
fuckin' wid the buck and kurupt
ya might get kurupted then get bucked
we about to light shit up
walk the wrong side of the block
face the right side of the glock
we about to light shit up
we about to light shit up
you fake ass motherfuckas
buckshot the bee bee eyed and kurupt
one thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm
we two ceos wid motherfuckin' leaky flows
slow ya motherfuckin' roll