[Verse 1: Buckshot] In my neighborhood there's a bullet For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but - Could he take another option instead of stopping yep - Next time keep it moving up the block on DuckDown On the penal code the C in fold Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road Better known as the other route Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas it's like a scene from slaughterhouse Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder Niggas feelings get hurt? Now it's a problem I got them on the phone talking to backbar Lord saying what's going on in my backyard Facts are every black man ain't a rap star Track star, trap star know we get that far
[Chorus x2: Buckshot] What you goin do? Keep on running, thieves keep commin Do you see something? Out of the blue When it comes to this They goin this one shot one hit What you goin do?
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique] I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips Just remember soldier that when the government flips It's going down harder than the last bullet in the glock clip Visions of the future toxic in my cranium Like the byproducts of enriching uranium Gentrification byproduct like the palladium So this is the message that I relate to them 'Fore they do me like I'm a do I'm a do what I gotta do You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions Cute little babies but when they grow put em behind iron Let em join the military Fight for the country hard Throw em some college money Get em a green card Get a black Pinocchio President to lead But controlled by an old white to peddle on wall street (Yup Yup) Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete Microphone like the? my arms reach Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw We carry the underground like a rickshaw Hard work like raising children on food stamps Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: KRS-One] KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot Braap to the realness we dustin them bloodclots Broods man come true like POP POP 22 45 clock we stop that Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back Cause they violent and I'm tryin to stop that People act like it's insanity to fight back Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that But they ain't goin to like this either They hate it when slaves become writers and readers And whole heeders and don't need they femurs We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders The Teacher I'm chillin in New Orleans under the iten With the last victims of Katrina You gotta see the corruption Families dying And we still on the T.V. buggin? Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas Feed your families get your funds up niggas Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas Feed your families get your funds up- Listen! It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown As you can see it's a good thing you stuck round Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown We generals with connections to uptown We gotta tell the crowd calm down Cause we rockin cities and farm towns I'm on now You know true revolutionaries be on guns We throwing bombs now
[Outro: Krs-One] Let me go freestyle while I got the chance This is about talk real talk not dance I'm in the studio live brothers you know This is how we go and we got to go Bucktown Duckdown Bucktown Duckdown Bucktown Duckdown Bucktown