Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck
They had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap
You never catch me on a beat that's whack
I can't eat like that
Reef that cat who cock back
Let the Desi hit you
When you thought I was just
Talking shit like Freddie Mitchell
You ain't ready
Is you? I invest in every pistol
Aim on point like a steady missile
Heavy fiscal, I need that love
Hundreds in dubs
Where the weed at? I need that drug
Cause I'm addicted to it
Rhyme-boxes start spitting fluid
When y'all do it
Seem don't nobody listen to it
Love from Philly all the way
To kids in Munich
Germany, I murder beats and add
The difference to it
Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up
Crack your limbs up
And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver
So listen up
They be scraping your cantaloupe
Off the pavement
You know we in the place with
The guns in our waist step through the door
Tore the shit off the hinges

This is the start of you dying
Plan' spit with the heart of a lion
The belt of Orion wrapped around
Your neck with the iron
Pointed at your fucking chest
Bitch niggas is crying
I'm with Reef the Lost Cauze
And we causing the violence
We causing the murder that
Causing niggas carrying burners
We the cause and effect of life
It's hard to observe us
You don't understand
We got the upper hand spitting
First you need to over-stand
You soft like under hand pitching
You could tell I'm a Pun
Fan when I'm spitting
Rappers like me are hard to come by
Like copping Summer Jam tickets
You need to focus before you
Think or approach us
You scream "player" dog, we the coaches
Too ferocious, bo-guarded
Every moment is precious
You niggas is costarring
We the stars of this epic
Unveiling the secret is more than
Fairy tales when we preaching
This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teaching

Cut your head off, guillotine
Henry VI I I style
Y'all reminding me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile
I wanna see everybody in the place wild
Anybody move
Buck 'em in they face "Blaow!"
I stay bent, daddy, night and day
Show 'em that I care when
I send kites to Jay
It ain't nice, but it's right to say
It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play
It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless
My team is on the same
Shit like collaborative efforts
We grab at your necklace
There's no other way
We bring it back to the
East like we brother J
Any fucking day, you could come see us
North, South, West Philly
You don't wanna meet us
We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos
Fuck it! Let they brains blow

They be scraping your cantaloupe
Off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe
Off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe
Off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe
Off the pavement

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