[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 f** 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 k**a, 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 p**y
p**y p**y cat, come here p**y cat
Pull that hoodie back
We shooting first ain't no shooting back
I like my b**hes 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 sh** 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 sh**
This that wish a n***a would sh**
2pac and Suge sh**
Got a lot of n***as mad because the money's steady coming in
When I pull my phone out them b**hes 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 f**ing with M.A aye well f** '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
f** 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
d**h is life, you can die where you stand
[Verse 5: Steele]
I don't give a f**, not a motherf**
Not a single solitary f**
p**y cream when the pistol buck
Keep a pistol tucked
Come up missing when you riff with us
f** the game, b**h I run the team the commissioner
I'mma freak, I'mma vicious one
Got some b**hes 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
Motherf**ers 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
f** loud that ain't sh** 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 b**h 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