Ina Nutshell / Bucka Jackal '92 E

Here I go again, what the fuck, shit, what's Up with that, you stupid crazy wack fucks, Yo, I don't give a motherfuck about any of You. Who doesn't like the flavors that I kick, Take the tape out quick, so you won't feel Bloody sick. The rage has left the record play, Oh better fucking yes, pump up the goddamn volume, You disturb your bitch, but don't forget to let That ill shit flow and flow from two-way speakers And enough that bullshit. I made enough with this short shit. Why would they step when they know we're strapped? Why, why would they step when they know we're Strapped? P-O-L-I-C-E, A-S-H-I-T for M-E. Where the fuck are cops when you need 'em most? Hanging out with the fuckers on the DL. Why the hell? I thought you put 'em in a cell. No way, that's the way they're getting paid. Much easier to fuck with the deeds. Much easier to roll with street kings. Them cowards, chicken shit. Scared hard looks? Join the force, Kid. Scene number two, what are we to do? Track him down, beat him down, it is that Good, do you know? Huh. Biggers up, L starts to worry. We feel sorry, but do that shit anyway. Motherfucker had to pay, should've known. We didn't come for fun. Big got us mad, and now we're ready for Action. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Sometimes I see police act like this, Robbing people on the street, no matter who it Is. But that's how it is, you can't make It stop. Start to talk shit and watch your Ass drop down. This time it was my homie. Revenge, yo. Somebody hold me. No, meet everybody at my place. We got pets to put out in the name Of my ace. Soon I was strapped and ready For action. Motherfucker, try me out and meet your Doom, son. I ain't no fucking one. Step to me, you get done. Get your ass busted before you try to run. You try to cuff me, now who's the loser, G? Mercy, mercy, now who's on the concrete? Whitey motherfucker full of anger. Put your plastic pistol down, little gangbanger. Oh yeah, here's the rest of my boys. Oh no, don't raise up your voice. Calling for your cops friends? I understand. In a ankle, boom, got one for My man. Nigga. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Yo, straight up. We ain't gonna bow down to the punk ass Officer. We ain't afraid of your uniform. My word is bond, James Bond. Believe that. Yo, motherfucking no props for cops. Everybody wanna hang 'em high and split 'em up. Rip shit up, chop, chop, chop. I would kill myself if I was a cop. Fuck this, ain't no comedy. Every time I see a cop, I spit automatically. Always checking on us because we're hanging out lazy Just like that there busta. Motherfuckers like us put in pity quick. Feeling some pity, ain't shit for gifts. Spite for green, we ain't buying it. Spent night in for not signing it. We're not cop killers, baby, but when we get Outta here, be sure to be ready. Take a sip of beer for more satisfaction. And now we're ready for action. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk motherfucker. Buck a jackal, hear him bark, oh. Booyaka, booyaka. Punk, punk bitch.