Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buckwylin, artist - Shyheim. Album song AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.04.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Noo Trybe
Song language: English
Buckwylin |
| They’re just out there doin it |
| They’re just out there doin it and they don’t really give a damn what’s |
| Happenin |
| (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X) |
| We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap |
| And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab |
| They pulled out a tool said get against the wall |
| Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all |
| My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger |
| Nah G, not Amsin, that’s my main nigga |
| His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground |
| How that sound? |
| I didn’t even give my last pound |
| The red glare with these tears made me shed |
| Now I’m fed |
| My right hand man could be dead |
| Hell no, I couldn’t let him flee that ain’t me |
| Or have me and my crew lounge in peace |
| So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass |
| His life is now come to pass |
| The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped |
| My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip |
| In his back, no slack jack it’s time to retreat back |
| Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack |
| Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come |
| And get arrested and bagged for murder one |
| (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) |
| (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) |
| I’m buckwild and I want wreck |
| (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) |
| I’m buckwild and I want wreck |
| (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet) |
| I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame |
| In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain |
| He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot |
| Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot |
| He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly |
| Now he use White Owl minks with his illy |
| Props, had lots and girls around his finger |
| The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger |
| The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left |
| He had a plan that was def so he stepped |
| He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill |
| Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead |
| For his name and his fame so he did |
| He lit up the kid with lead in his head |
| Now Dane’s dead |
| There’s a party goin on down the block |
| Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew’s strapped, what! |
| Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya |
| My crew’s in here deep ready to bomb ya |
| I got the ill rhymes, nigga’s lookin for a show |
| But it’s gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low |
| Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck |
| And they kill a bitch and it’s time to get bucked |
| Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it’s real hot |
| And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot |
| Pulls out a gat or burner he’s the man |
| Except he ain’t down with the Clan check the plan |
| Shorty’s backed up cause we’re true to the crew |
| Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu |
| Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead |
| And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots |
| The party’s in a smash and the Wu got it locked up |
| It’s it, the man on the mic is a props |