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Shyheim - Buckwylyn lyrics
[sample] They're just out there doin it They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's happenin (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X) [Shyheim] We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab They pulled out a tool said get against the wall Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound The red glare with these tears made me shed Now I'm fed My right hand man could be dead Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me Or have me and my crew lounge in peace So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass His life is now come to pass The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come And get arrested and bagged for murder one Chorus: (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) I'm buckwild and I want wreck (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) I'm buckwild and I want wreck (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) [Shyheim] I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly Now he use White Owl minks with his illy Props, had lots and girls around his finger The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left He had a plan that was def so he stepped He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead For his name and his fame so he did He lit up the kid with lead in his head Now Dane's dead Chorus [Shyheim] There's a party goin on down the block Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what! Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya I got the ill rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up It's it, the man on the mic is a props Chorus |
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