[Produced by: Statik Selektah]

[Intro]
Get him boy
Get him boy
Get him boy

[Verse 1: Tek]
I ain't having it don't try to give me dap
I don't fuck with rats if you take the pack
Better bring that money back
It's a simple fact, that the bill is scrapped
With the milli mac, hit you with a rack
It's a mummy wrap
Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot
Drumroll your whole team the mascot
Pure killa, no filter hoover gang
Real n***as never speak about our murder game

[Verse 2: Young M.A]
Crooklyn bullies, black hoodies
Get fully loaded n***a, I smack pussy
Pussy pussy cat, come here pussy cat
Pull that hoodie back
We shooting first ain't no shooting back
I like my bitches from the hood
Head tied with the doobie wrap
She told me bring that big dog
I told her bring that cootie cat
6 inch Ruger, 9 milli in that Louis bag
Down that shit I be quick to cop the tooly back
[Verse 3: Tek]
Bedford Stuyvesant, the livest one
My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow
N***as on me, I'mma RIP 'em
Put him on display let his homies see him
This young boy think the game is soft
Till they get they whole head knocked off
My n***a shell shocked from the crack era
20 years later coming home together

[Verse 4: Young M.A]
This style is that really good shit
This that wish a n***a would shit
2pac and Suge shit
Got a lot of n***as mad because the money's steady coming in
When I pull my phone out them bitches put they number in
Automatic guns you can call my n***as drummer men
And when they go burrrrahh, you see a bunch of running men
If you ain't fucking with M.A aye well fuck 'em then
The mixtape is coming that's a way to bring the summer in

[Verse 4: Tek]
25 years with an L on it
Put a closed eye no scale on it
Fuck paid a quarter hope it come back
If not guns out and we come back
Still from day one all about the money
Paranoid n***as so they move funny
Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand
Death is life, you can die where you stand
[Verse 5: Steele]
I don't give a fuck, not a motherfuck
Not a single solitary fuck
Pussy cream when the pistol buck
Keep a pistol tucked
Come up missing when you riff with us
Fuck the game, bitch I run the team the commissioner
I'mma freak, I'mma vicious one
Got some bitches tougher than you n***as that will hit you up
Tell the coroner, zip you up
Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a cinci up

[Verse 6: Buckshot]
Brooklyn, home of the official
Motherfuckers comeing with a shock for your body tissue
Probably miss you if you was somebody important
Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin
That's often seen when I'm on the scene nah-mean?
M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team nah-mean?
When I'm on the scene nah-mean?
M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team
Get him boy feel what I'm spitting boy
When the clip deploy n***as get destroyed
RIP, now all I need is a clip of blow it in the crowd
Fuck loud that ain't shit to me
N***a try it, you a joke no laughing
But I'mma grab 'e see heads dying
Feds eying shots firing
BK the liars men bitch where I just went
[Outro]
Yea yea
I buck 'em down, I buck em down
I buck 'em down, I buck em down
I buck 'em down