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Buck! Buck!
Chorus:
Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One...
Verse 1:
Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said ""Now what are you? Stupid?"" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said...
Repeat chorus
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Verse 2:
Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard ""knock knock knock"" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went ""buck! buck! buck!"" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead-a