Yeah
Original crooks
Original heads
Doin' it like this
Word up

I woke up in the mornin', hopped on the train I saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast
At least I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit from the "On The Good Ship Lollipop"
Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul
Look at my hot eyes and tell me how could you be cold?
I'm comin' to you from the underground, with thunder sound
Number one question, "Yo, how can I be down?"
Well, I'll tell you bring your lighter and roll your finger
Back up on the lighter so you can see the fire singer
Go from left to right then front to back
Herbal verbal letters give the mic contact
React whenever I keep the head scopin'
Ah, don't front, you know I got cha opin

Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like, "Lookin' for the right one, baby"
If it's payday I'm at your doorstep
I never sweat swingin' the ep' nowadays 'cause my rep
Is known for the tricks that'll trade like toys
In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy
Wreckin' shop, I drop the top, I make the seeds pop
From the La that I sparked last night in the dark
I be dedicated to the moon 'cause it's Black
Resurrect, come back
Tell me about the other side, jack
Now we goin' back to, "Who's Got The Props?"
When I blew up the spot last year on The Box
Thh pressure to come back with another fat single
Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle
But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
And I'ma take you to another level first, yeah

Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ

First of all listen, I'm the in you know
That when you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow
Right away, I'm dimmin' the brighter day
It's never sunny, still don't nothin' move but the honey out the pay
So I enter the brother zone
I come to the front of the stage and let you know who's on the phone
Leave it alone
See it's a hip-hop thang
Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame
You can fool the rest but you can't fool me
See the best school me for the simple fact
It's the G-O-D, Buck-to-the-shot
Steele to the Tek, then Ruck to the Rock
So forget the past, no more Shorty
Strictly Buckshot, I rock you one down to forty below
I gots to let her know
That I elevate at levels higher every time I felt the fire
People tried to diss when your jam got cold
Used to be the man now your band got old
I know the plan, so I keep 'em scopin'
Don't front you know I got cha opin

Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks
(Duck Down)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Yeah, without no doubt
This is dedicated to my man
Big 5, Big Trev
Real's in the place to be
We're comin' to get you out, kid
And we out, no doubt

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Writer(s): Austin Johnson, Ewart Dewgarde, Kamal Blake, Mr. Walt, Smead Hudman