[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]. Verse One: Steele. Here we go break of day with a mad live session. Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon and Smif-N-Wessun. Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black. The punk got X-amount of shots take one to your back. BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting. Cops heard the shots shit's hot cuz they're pursuing. But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down. Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown. Check the drums of death as I break what's left. of your face cuz you're sellin out the rap race. Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket. I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket. Sixteen shots for all you hardrocks. And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock. Straight up and down we two terrible toughies. The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy. What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin. Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun. Chorus: repeat 4X. Load the clip bust lead to the head. The nappy head dread Buckshot and Baldhead. Verse Two: Buckshot. Real niggaz represent and don't die. Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply. I puff a mad bag of buddha. Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?". I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter. I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches. Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches. What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker. Brooklyn New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I. walk ya. If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked. Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck. Buck is a killer thrill a nigga like Manilla. I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla. A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map. I never gave a fuck I never give a fuck cuz I'm all that. I take no shit see givin the Buck fifty. I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me. Chorus. Verse Three: Tek. Ahh shit a personality split. And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit. A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse. I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?. Another boom blew up the scene. throughout the planet get green now I got sticky mean with my tag. team. G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves. There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it. Straight up and down nuff respect to Bucktown. Home of the chrome where I roam not givin a FUCK now. Damn just when you thought it was safe. to come out with a rhyme I got the nine to your face. Boom hooked up with Black Moon now it's on for real. so I pack more steel lookin for the kill. Hope you're not the picture on my scope cuz the dread'll. pump lead from the black Smith-and-Wessun nuff said. Chorus