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whenever you in bucktown\nShit iz real, all you hear is the sound\nI'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal\nPick up the bitch in the back by the field\nOn the word, shit is heard in two-third\nPump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd\nOn-the-real is locked down, what?\nBeast can't step one foot in bucktown\nMr. ripper hit your back up with holes\nAll my niggaz on g mad lows knows\nAll about the breaker of the cash\nNigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my bill blass\nI got a vibe in site, hmmm\nMaybe cuz i had to get it on last night\nWith a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock\nDrill him, but in another game i'ma head swell him\nAnd when it comes to loading clips\nNiggaz talk shit get hit with the tec at the hip\nStraight from bucktown, u.s.a.\nAll my niggaz must represent eryday\nOn the steel, shit iz real word to feel\nShit iz real, yo shit is mad real","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.03] Check how i kick it, when i was wicked, around the way\n[00:21.98] Hold my tec, cuz my niggaz pump by day\n[00:23.85] Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night\n[00:26.79] Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight\n[00:28.64] Six feet deep in the creep\n[00:30.69] Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week\n[00:33.48] Word is bond, shit is on like this\n[00:35.38] Gotta move, cuz i'm on a nigga hitlist\n[00:38.28] You know the kid with the rock from up the block\n[00:40.20] Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop\n[00:43.13] Ridiculous to think you're hittin me\n[00:45.07] You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat\n[00:47.96] But i'm a little nigga from the heart of bucktown\n[00:49.86] My stomping ground is brooklyn bound\n[00:52.61] Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit\n[00:55.54] And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit\n[00:57.42] Fuckin all my niggaz cuz they know black moon\n[00:59.47] Shit iz real yo, pass that boom\n[01:16.61] Never parlay without a l\n[01:18.55] Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail\n[01:21.38] Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry\n[01:23.33] Shoot the wack in the back and i'm aight all day\n[01:26.29] It's hot, shit is on ask the cops\n[01:29.15] Tell the dreadlock that i rule the block\n[01:31.06] Ease back, nuff man ah die like that\n[01:32.91] Eyah pussy all de x-amount of shot in your back\n[01:35.88] Word to my hardrocks on franklin ave\n[01:38.77] Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath\n[01:40.69] The wrath of duck down, bucktown is real\n[01:42.51] Word to my nigga five ft on the steel\n[01:46.30] On a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back\n[01:47.32] Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at\n[01:50.29] Where your gat? 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