| La la la la la la la la… la…la…la
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| La la la la la la la la.la.la…la…la
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| Buck! |
| Buck!
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| Chorus:
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| Wa da da dang
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| Wa da da da dang (Ay!)
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| Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
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| Wa da da dang
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| Wa da da da dang (Ay!)
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| This is KRS One…
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| Verse 1:
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| Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter
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| Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
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| He said I had his girl I said «Now what are you? |
| Stupid?»
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| But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste
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| Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face
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| He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead
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| But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said…
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| Repeat chorus
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| La la-la la-la la-la la… la…la…la
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| La la-la la-la la-la la.la.la…la…la x2
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| Verse 2:
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| Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate
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| But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate
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| Puffin sensemilla I heard «knock knock knock»
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| But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop
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| And if it were a customer they’d ask me for a nick
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| So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick
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| I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time
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| They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine
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| They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin
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| Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen
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| Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down
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| The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around
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| But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut
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| Me jumped out the kitchen, went «buck! |
| buck! |
| buck!»
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| They fall down to the floor but one was still alive
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| So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes
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| Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead
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| So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said…
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| Repeat chorus
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| La la-la la-la la-la la… la…la…la
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| La la-la la-la la-la la.la.la…la…la x2
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| Verse 3:
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| I gathered all the money and I ran up the block
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| I said «This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock»
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| But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble
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| Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW
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| I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry
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| And Scott said «What is wrong? |
| Relax, tell me the story»
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| I said «You remember Peter? |
| Well his posse tried to kill me
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| I’m all right now because the sensemi' fill me»
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| Scott just laughed, he said «I know they’re all dead
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| And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said…»
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| Repeat chorus
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| La la-la la-la la-la la… la…la…la
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| La la-la la-la la-la la.la.la…la…la x2 |