Buckshot
( VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty )
Jump up
All my n***as in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook
Flippin the hook like flippin a book
n***as know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin
The original comin through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
And breakin the fact that your act is a sh**ty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon co*k
So ease out, selector, play that sh**
For all my n***as locked down, play that sh**
For all my n***as Uptown, play that sh**
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So polly I'ma give you every page
Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage
( CHORUS )
Jump up
(Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
( VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty )
If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it
Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it
From the front - ugh, from the back - ugh
Load the clip, hit em up with the back in his f**in back
You better run, f**er
The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
Buckshot, come test me if you wan dead
And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
So I can see sh** slow
I'm bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a b**h
I own the flow, you know I mastered it
What, picture a n***a droppin me
Ain't sh** stoppin me, you're co*kin me
I've shown I'm prone to plastic n***as
At the count of three squeeze your trigger
On a bigot blasted b**h I hit you with the hook
From the (? ), after hook, after hook
You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny
Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
sh** Iz Real when I toss another lesson
( CHORUS )