Buddha Monk - Paco's Kid lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] Yo, it's the B, the U, the D The D, the H, the A And we go by the unforgetable name The Duck Lo Production coming in your area Bring it to your a** live, and direct, huh [Hook 2X: Buddha Monk] Paco's kid, man, paco's king, whoa Paco's kid, bang bang... [Buddha Monk] I think that it's best you profane you crew From this murderous blood spills and move when the Buddha's ill f** the rap sh**, I spit with clips Take a pick, whether day or night, I'm good with hits And you could call your out of n***as, I'm Brooklyn bound, n***a Make a hit with two clips and make it drip My guns hold, are surely remarkable Who got the eye on me, will die by me Don't think on wanted man, that my sh** ain't tight I love a good gun fight, you wanna get it on, tonight, pa? f**, Daddy Warbucks, me and easy in the cut Push the bu*ton one more time, you sh** out of luck, f** [Hook 2X w/ ad-libs] [Lite] I wet you up like you stuck in the rain, f** ice Murder numb on a chain, you want beef, no peeps Just me coming with one of them things, that'll pop through The driver door side of your range, I catch a cold Every time I tuck in my chain, the rings got jealous Cuz the hoes wanna play with the chain Cops looking for my face, so I switched my name And the fiends stop coming on the block til I switched my cane And I had to look different so I threw on the frames Just like my gun hanging, out of a plane Speak my name and the bullets'll rain Who you know that rock more chains on they neck than a runaway slave You softer than that cotton that they puff in them days When I bust, duck, tuck in yo chain, you a n***a with cornrolls? Then I put one in your braids, I got guns That come out of the closet quicker than gays f** condoms, I'm looking for AIDS Talking breezy, you can still feel the heat in the shade I talk sour but it ain't lemonade Ya'll n***as running like ya'll roaches and my gun is the Raid Only time I bust shots in the air, if I got an enemy up in a plane Don't hate the player, n***a, hate the game Ain't no more driving, my n***as, cuz we taking a plane And if I do, I'm driving straight where I'm going, f** switching the lane Bang bang [Hook] [Lee-Major] Bang bang, it's heavy mental, for you jump into, offa instrumental I gang bang my slang and initiate my beats The off product out on the street Make all my peeps eat, offa royalties and spoiled treats Hoodies for you tees, with maxin', textin', wreckin' your section, non-stop I'm reppin', my BK connection, colabo Don't hate the game, hate the players that got it all smashed, yo [Hook]