AK 47, Mossberg - buck buck from the Glock!
Any motherf*cker that step up f*ck around and catch a bad one;
Bo$$ is in the house! Slaughterhouse, do this sh*t!
Prepare your motherf*ckin selves, cause the sh*t is comin!
It's a motherf*ckin, STORM! So Bo$$, and Dee, f*ck that sh*t!
[Dee]
I got you motherf*ckers scared, in the midst of a dead heat
Back the f*ck up, or get played like Monopoly
Bo$$ was the sh*t from the getty-up, yeah huh
The Dee was the sh*t, the minute my father straight bust his nut
He created a mad b*tch, and now it's for the n*gga to pitch a b*tch
Cause I was known to be that misfit
Or the black sheep, of the family
Sent to reform school, since my parents couldn't handle me
I did nothin but.. dirt
While all of my homies played worse
I was hittin n*ggas, where it hurts
In the back of they dome, I had a nickel-plated chrome aimin
I didn't have no home trainin
But back to the drawing board
Back in ninety-three, when I was released out the mental ward
For playin games with helter skelter
That's how his ass got, done - he caught a bad one
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[Bo$$]
The only sh*t I ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves
I needed loot so I said f*ck it, and started pullin gank moves
I ain't the type you wanna trust or turn your back towards
So never slip you stupid b*tch (or I'm gettin yours)
Schemin with my chrome, boy
The Bo$$ got an AK, aimin like a temp at your dome boy
So f*ck a homeboy, we was never down fool
{We blazed blunts!} But that don't mean we f*ckin cool
See I was taught at an early age it pays to get a gauge
In the streets, they try to play a n*gga weak
I'm buckin 'em down with two shots
And f*ck your road dawgs, got enough bullets for the whole block
And now the city b*tch is pretty p*ssed, rollin in my Lincoln
Leavin blood scattered when I'm creepin (when I'm creepin)
Now everybody's scared - I fill 'em full of lead
Bullet wounds to head once I buck 'em dead
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[Dee]
Two to the head, that's exactly what you get
Whenever you f*ckin with a lunatic
I'm out to be gettin deep down in your sh*t
See my sisters are easily tempered
Therefore I don't be givin a f*ck
Anything that moves I'm buckin 'em down
[Bo$$]
You better duck duck down from the bullet
Real G's fingers on the trigger, and still afraid to pull it
Look around, b*tches on a underground level
Listen to my cut as the buckshot settle
[Dee]
And the blow to the dome buck buck was the sound of my nine
Ringin out, then I draw them in the slaughterhouse
To get slaughtered, blow 'em out the water
Real quick in a hurry, cause n*ggas be actin scurry
[Bo$$]
In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk sh*t
b*tches up to no good, n*ggas better duck quick
Run up if they come, gettin paid by the gun
You slept around, you f*cked around - you caught a bad one
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