Buckin’

[Intro: Haystak]
This shit is dedicated to my dirty thug brother Adam Andersin, AKA Xanax the Clown
He passed away yesterday
Stak Mack
Crackavelli
GravePlott
Liquid Assassin
Killa C
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Haystak]
My people wait for me to give them the gate
Knowin when they put the pistol out I'll bust at your kinfolk
It's too late to get low, after the shit that's been smoked
We gon come through that motherfucker, leave everything broke
I'm provoking that now, going through the town
I was blowin that purple, while you was smoking that brown
I make phone calls to road dogs who do what I say
Cross a line, now you lying, you gotta pay
Oh by the way, we leaving you leaking
Your family greaving
You just be bleeding, and we told your daughter you're sleeping
But even she didn't believe it, tell 'm we pop shit
Get that ass killed
Cause that's real
Fuckin with them pale faced boys, have you boxed up and severed
Chopped up, and dropped in the desert
No freadom for your stupid ass, start hollering at nobody
You fuckin with Stak Mack and them GravePlott boys

[Chorus: Haystak]
You buckin bitches, you witnessed shit that was none of your business
And you with the mortition, and if you end up on this shit, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team leave till this shit's finished

[Verse 2: Liquid Assassin]
I'm a street monster, retreat your roster
Week feends get chopped up, we speak and get it shot up
Leave the streets with your carkis, eat sleep with Garvy
He speaks no problem, eat beef regardlus
Got the semi automatic, blast amatics and tagging them
Pass the trafic, we lagging them
Rapped in plastic, we dragging them
I keep it propper with pistols in my bandannas
From 8th wood, I can feed you bananas
Stak on the track, that's a fact, he come with a strap and crack and the mack
It gon blast and leave you on your back
And now you tagged for the fact, a counter atack couldn't react
You'll be trapped cause the gat is in a black sack
Cross my path, or disturb my vision
My palm start itchin, grab that burner from that kitchen
You birds I'm grippin, now we ready to fuck your bitches
The whole industry gon feel me, that's with all my sickness

[Chorus: Haystak]
You buckin bitches, you witnessed shit that was none of your business
And you with the mortition, and if you end up on this shit, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team leave till this shit's finished

[Verse 3: Killa C]
Stressed and depressed, with every breath that I'm breathen
I got your ass bleeding, with your best bitch leaving
And I'm a pirate, confescating your shit
It'll take nucular weapons to sink my ship
I ain't no bitch, but you gon be my punk
If you need to take a nap, go and sleep in the trunk
We don't take kindly to bullshit and women talk
You acting like a prostitute, so go get yourself some cock
A pine box is made, boddies in the street
A courpes on the low, gets a whole 6 feat
Am I gonna die? Yes sir, this is your final descent
But I can't take it back, it's just the life that I'm living
I do what I do, just to get bye
The dealers all supplied, feends stay high
My moms was poor, the soul of a young boy
Sit back and listen while I click clack my toy

[Chorus: Haystak]
You buckin bitches, you witnessed shit that was none of your business
And you with the mortition, and if you end up on this shit, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team leave till this shit's finished