[Donald D] In the street, blood is spilled My sniper skills make me lethal and ill {*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang From the ceiling I watch your body hang This is the payback, my trigger I pull back Your cap is peeled back, for givin me feedback I want the loot, you got the loot, gimme the loot I won't hesitate to fuckin shoot Night stalker, I talk street slang Fuck that shit, I don't play no games No remorse, my mind's on psycho Watch me flow on, the angry tempo Load the clip, let's take a trip You tried to flip - my blade terminated his lips Sucka; that's why you're tossed up for tryin to double-cross the boss up I move in silence in a world that contains, much much violence Sex and drugs, hoods and thugs F.B.I. got my damn phone bugged
[Donald D] Twelve o'clock, me and my posse hangs out Niggaz act a fool now bullets rang out I duck for cover cause with bullets you cannot reason to catch a body, it's the season Niggaz still bustin, cops cold rush in I'm fussin but my cussin don't mean jack nothin No arrest was made, there was no homicide So the pigs in blue start to drive Inner city blues is nothin new We go to the store to buy some brew On the pavement I pour some ale for my homies who died, my homies in jail Skins, skins with sex to lend stood out y'all like a shark's fin Uhh, a cutie with a weave to her booty shakes her rump to the funk that car system pumps She wants to sex me up, sex me down I smack it and I flip it and I dick her down Check it, now she wanna play footsy But I want the loot, and she's just pussy From the window, I see the police They want me to rot, in the belly of the beast You wanna cuff me, come and get me My glock is cocked, it has a temper, shit G
Chorus: Donald D
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
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[Donald D] Shotgun blast he died real fast In the ghetto back alley he lays in trash He didn't know so I had to buck him (I thought he was your man) Yo nigga, FUCK HIM Police sirens, let's make a move Criminal smooth, pimp daddy cool Eyes on my jewels I pull out my toolie Meet your maker you no-good stoolie Damn! I smell police creepin Damn! Even when Donald D sleepin Say hello to my little friend The Desert Eagle, adios amigo Gangsta chronicle you read the articles Raise it to the neck, I'm wet from the sweat Vigilante, servin em death blows A sinister call rips away the jaw Decapitated by the guillotine The aftermath a bloodbath scene Beware, of the looter The syndicate sniper, I'm the sharpshooter
Chorus: Donald D
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down) I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)