Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'

We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real

(Wha, what, what)

(This is what you get when you get this shit)

(This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it)

(This is what you get when you, to-kin' it)

(Wha, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt)

(Deuce is wild motherfucka)











Raise the roof up,

You hear the truth from Buck

Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt

Bee bee eyed Buck does it all,

I make your gun jam

Wid shells from my gun,

Feels like a body slam

God damn, 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







What, raise the roof up,

Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck

Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up,

Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo

Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedos

Tornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons,

Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks

The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks

Or you get all bombed drop

Where ya pistol punk?,

Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked

Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp,

Then stripped ah all ya shit

Bust it's penetrated

Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk

No doubt nigga,

I'm fuckin' out nigga

Survivin' a drought nigga

It's like that Buck and Kurupt







Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt

Ya might get kurupted then get bucked

That's whats up, nigga what

We about to tear shit up

Nigga what, 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

Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird

G'd up, D-P-G-C'd up, O-G-C'd up original gun clappin'

No captains, no officials,

Nuthin' but niggas and pistols

Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga

Pop the pistol,

Launch the missile

Let is whistle

Let it blow nigga

Let these niggas know nigga







Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know

We about to tear shit up

It's two shots the deuce is wild







As the clouded smoke, fill up the air

Buck wid the red eye stare,

Should I stare,

Hell motherfuckin' yeah

Almost got blinded by a glare

Hollow tips made the metal flare

You better beware, or get,

Hit in ya waist for, wastin' time

Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind

Metal to the bone, crack ya bone

Travel up ya spine up to ya dome

Follow me home,

On a mission where we bone,

Sick niggas wear ski masks

Duck when we blast

Old school shit smoke grass,

Fill up the glass and the shit splash,

On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete,

Take it to the swap meet, cock heat,

Drop top two seat

You can keep the jeep while I creep

Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor

One two three nigga







I'm gettin' dusted,

In the back of a six hundred

Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it

All I want's my cash, and my bundles

Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel

In Philly respect, Gotham motherfucka

You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfucka?

Hit the form then rock,

Bitches in flocks

Watch in the cut

Buckshot and Kurupt







Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt,

Ya might get kurupted then get bucked

That's whats up, nigga what

We about to tear shit up

Nigga what, we about to light shit up



Walk the wrong side of the block

Face the right side of the glock

Nigga shit don't stop

Nigga what, we about to light shit up

Nigga what, we about to tear shit up







Tear shit up nigga what

We about to light shit

Nigga what (Buckshot)

Tear shit up  (Shoot 'em down)

We about to light shit up

(Valentino)

Young Gotti (Kurupt)

(Buckshot), the bee bee eyed

Nigga what you got?

You fake ass motherfuckas

Nah what I'm sayin'

Broke niggas,

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

Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll