Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it mother***kin' real
(What, what, what)
(This is what you get when you get this ****)
(This is what you get when you, smokin' it)
(This is what you get when you, tokin' it)
(What, what, Buckshot that ***** Kurupt)
(Deuce is wild mother***ka)

Raise the roof up, you hear the truth from Buck
***k chuck, my ***** 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

Goddamn, 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, ***k chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' **** up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like mother***kin' torpedoes
Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions

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 ram sacked

Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya ****
Bust it's *********d detonated and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt *****, I'm ***kin' out ***** survivin' a drought *****
It's like that Buck and Kurupt

***kin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, ***** what we about to tear **** up
***** what, we about to light **** up

You ***** you mother***kin' hoe *** *****
You nuthin' *** wanna be somethin' *** busta ***
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 *****s and pistols
Don't **** just pop, let it go ***** pop the pistol
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow *****
Let these *****s know *****

Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to tear **** 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 mother***kin' 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 *****s wear ski masks duck when we blast

Old school **** smoke gr***
Fill up the gl*** and the **** splash
On my hand then I flick the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, **** heat

Drop top two seat
You can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor
One two three *****

I'm gettin' dusted, in the back of a six hundred
Like, ***k it, life's a ***** and I love it
All I want is my cash and my bundles
Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel

In Philly respect, Gotham mother***ka
You talkin' 'bout money, do you got some mother***ka?
Hit the form then rock, *****es in flocks
Watch in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt

***kin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, ***** what we about to tear **** up
***** what, we about to light **** up

Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the glock
***** **** don't stop
***** what, we about to light **** up
***** what, we about to tear **** up

Tear **** up ***** what we about to light **** ***** what
(Buckshot, shoot 'em down)
Tear **** up, we about to light **** up Young Gotti
(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee eyed ***** what you got?
You fake *** mother***kas ah what I'm sayin'
Broke *****s, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One thing about us and you know what we got in common is, mm
We two CEOs wid mother***kin' leaky flows
Makin' plenty dough, slow ya mother***kin' roll