[Intro: KAM]
  Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton
    [Buckshot Shorty]
  Anything can happen
  Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
  [Buckshot, Ice-T]
  Buckshot, he be the emcee
  What, watch your step
    [Buckshot Shorty]
  Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
  Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop
  It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market
  I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
  Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
  Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
  And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
  It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday
  Right after that party that he lead out down the way
  Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
  D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K
  Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the cops
  and the Swats came with the triple beam
  Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out
  Don't squeal [undecipherable]
    [Ice-T]
  If you niggas don't know you should know by now
  Ice got more game than the law allows
  Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry
  Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
  Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom
  Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade
  Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid
  Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made
  Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees
  I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these
  Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
  Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze
    [Buckshot Shorty]
  Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed
  Thoroughbred born from a strong seed
  Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali)
  Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
  Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
  twist of fate cause you say the same shit now
  The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead
  I'm serious, somebody can get killed
  Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke
  run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
  Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know
    [Ice-T]
  Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
  Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
  New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
  I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool
  You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
  Fuck rules , I got more pool than a mule
  Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
  I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
  See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs
  What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did
  Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
  But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch
  (Whta, what, what?)
    [Buckshot Shorty]
  Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
  We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
  Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent
  Any nigga happened that's why I left
  Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped
  Get your shit taken then your shit is kept
  Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke
  Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'
  It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit
  Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
  Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty
  Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money?
  Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company
  Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim
  Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
  Some said that Buck went bust
  But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
  Look at your sound scam, original brown man
  Makin' million everytime I drop a jam
    [Ice-T]
  Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh
  250 niggas throw they sets up
  L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!)
  If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
  Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
  These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
  Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin'
  They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me
  Bitches start screamin' and stampedin'
  Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M.
  Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
  Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...