- Votes:
- Composers:
- Donaldson
- Lou/franklin
- Shyheim Dionel/quinn
- Arby
 
- Genres:
- 90s
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- american
- east coast
- rap
 
- See also:
Shyheim - Buckwylyn lyrics
[sample]
 They're just out there doin it
 They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's 
 Happenin
 (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)
 [Shyheim]
 We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap
 And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab
 They pulled out a tool said get against the wall
 Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all
 My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger
 Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga
 His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground
 How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound
 The red glare with these tears made me shed
 Now I'm fed
 My right hand man could be dead
 Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me
 Or have me and my crew lounge in peace
 So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass
 His life is now come to pass
 The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped
 My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip
 In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back
 Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack
 Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come
 And get arrested and bagged for murder one
 Chorus:
 (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)
 (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)
 I'm buckwild and I want wreck
 (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)
 I'm buckwild and I want wreck
 (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)
 [Shyheim]
 I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fameShyheim - Buckwylyn - http://motolyrics.com/shyheim/buckwylyn-lyrics.html
 In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain
 He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot
 Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot
 He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly
 Now he use White Owl minks with his illy
 Props, had lots and girls around his finger
 The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger
 The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left
 He had a plan that was def so he stepped
 He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill
 Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead
 For his name and his fame so he did
 He lit up the kid with lead in his head
 Now Dane's dead
Chorus
 [Shyheim]
 There's a party goin on down the block
 Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!
 Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya
 My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya
 I got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show
 But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low
 Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck
 And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked
 Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot
 And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot
 Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man
 Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan
 Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew
 Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu
 Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead
 And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots
 The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up
 It's it, the man on the mic is a props
Chorus









