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[Verse 1: 2Low]
You can't fuck with a little n***a, how the fuck you figure
Just because I'm a youngsta I won't pull the trigger?
I'm coming like a hustla, never coming busta
Step the wrong way, and watch this young n***a bust ya
I don't give a fuck about a pussy ass bitch
Makin' dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin' clips
So watch me cock the Glock and make sure your ass is through
And bust these motherfuckers like my n***a DMG do

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Mister mister Scarface, Im coming with that bomb shit
Fuck the dumb shit, here here here i come bitch
Scratching shit on the motherfuckin' utmost
And if you wanna big piece then move on up close
I'm from the state of the motherfuckin gun slingers
Knockin' dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
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[Verse 3: Big Mike & Lord 3-2]
Big Mike buckin' em down with my underground tactics
Brat-tat-tat, motherfucker get yo' ass kicked
Of a ooh yay, n***a go and ask rick
About my n***a Tre-Deuce kickin' that south shit
It's the three motherfuckin' two
Blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove
I'ma tell you little something about the south right
It's all about that motherfuckin' south side
So recognize real n***as when we comin' through
Buckin' 'em down you and your motherfuckin' whole crew
Comin' with that dough coast flavor
Gulf coast vader, terminating playa haters
Inna motherfuckin' nine trae
Busta ass n***a, you must figure that motherfuckin' nine play
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[Verse 4: 007 & E-Rock & Both]
Bitch, you get your neck gone fuckin' with the bloody one
Thinking off mister nice guy, you thinking about another one
Double O Seven fool, coming with that new thang
Down with the DMG, kicking all the truth gang
N***as are getting their ass kicked fucking with the 5th ward
Blasting on your hood, like a motherfucking hit squad
Yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, on your ass motherfucker
I got you ho's by the nuts, bitch i gots to get my blast on
Seventeen shots, take one and pass it on
Buck em, buck em, buck em down
Peeling caps, sending dicks to the dirt
Leaving them in a park, leaving them ho's floating in a bloodbank
Yeah I gives a fuck, n***a squeezing 'til yo' ass drop
And check the infrared beamin' from my nine Glock
And feel my cannons in this slug after slug bitch (Uh)
I wanna see your blood oozing (Uh Uh) out them [?]
And feel the fire, as it blaze hot, motherfucker
And bite the bullet 'till your motherfuckin knees buckle
Round from round clip for clip bitch, i kill with it
Come on and deal with it, son of a bitch im real with it
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[Verse 5: DMG]
Boom, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Coming full blast, motherfuckers laying down
I bet you never thought, you'd ever run up on the murder
Especially the one that got you smoked by the burner
I biggy boss, sneaky 'nough shots, call the doc
Cause I'm about to hurt a motherfucker on the block
Cause check it DMG ain't a motherfucking punk
Got the pump for the motherfucker running for the trunk
I biggy-blast, biggy-bang bang to ya skull
Watch you fall to the street, motherfuckin dead meat
Then i continue busting 'till i can't bust another shot
Shit, make a dash to the coupe then i dip
Outtie 5 G's till the tilt grab another gat
Settle to them ready after that catch a cab back
Murder in the first, plead me guilty but i still buck
Taking care of business on these n***as who done fucked up
How the fuck you figure you go make it with your cap peel
Facin' mad skills, buck 'em down on the real deal
Homicidal maniac shooting fatal tactics
Clown on the down and get your wig split around
I buck 'em down

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