Buckin’ lyrics

[Intro: Haystak]
This sh*t 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 a signal for me to give them the get going
Knowin when they put the pistol out I'll bust at your kinfolk
It's too late to get low, after the sh*t that's been spoken
We gon come through that motherf*cker, leave everything broken
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 grieving
You just be bleeding and beeping, and we told your daughter you're sleeping
But even she didn't believe it, tell 'm we pop sh*t
Get that ass killed
Cause that's real
f*ckin with them pale faced boys, have you boxed up and measured
Chopped up, and dropped in the desert
No freadom for your stupid ass, start hollering at nobody
You f*ckin with Stak Mack and them GravePlott boys
[Chorus: Haystak]
You into buckin it b*tches, you witnessed some sh*t that was none of your business
And now you with the mortician, and if you end up on this sh*t, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team sleepin till this sh*t's finished

[Verse 2: Liquid Assassin]
I'm a street monster, retreat your roster
Week fleets 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 regardless
Got the semi automatic, blast amatics and tagging them
Pass the traffic, we lagging them
Rapped in plastic, we dragging them
I keep it poppin 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 attack 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 f*ck your b*tches
The whole industry gon feel me, that's with all my sickness

[Chorus: Haystak]
You into buckin it b*tches, you witnessed some sh*t that was none of your business
And now you with the mortician, and if you end up on this sh*t, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team sleepin till this sh*t's finished
[Verse 3: Killa C]
Stressed and depressed, with every breath that I'm breathin
I got your ass bleeding, with your best b*tch leaving
And I'm a pirate, confiscating your sh*t
It'll take nuclear weapons to sink my ship
I ain't no b*tch, 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 bullsh*t and women talk
You acting like a prosti, so go get yourself some c*ck
A pine box is made, bodies in the street
Corpses 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, and the fiends 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 into buckin it b*tches, you witnessed some sh*t that was none of your business
And now you with the mortician, and if you end up on this sh*t, we can give you the business
Ain't nobody on the team sleepin till this sh*t's finished

[Outro: [?]]
We into buckin it b*tches [?]