(feat. Poet)



[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]

[x4]

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]



[x4]

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]



[x4]

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]