Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang culture
no more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang
more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang culture
finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We?ll be bringing you the pain It ain?t ever gonna change (Ill Bill) They say
that influence the youth Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang* [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Fuck
later still in the game Underground for a long while, 100 carats still in the chain Cuz the flow's ill, and he's so real and his hoes feeling his pain