Buckshot - Ain't Coming Down lyrics

[Chorus] Got enough to go around what goes up ain't coming down Baby I'm running it light it up, light it up Puff that sh**, if your girl playing f*ck that b*tch There's forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won't let it go Show you how, what goes up Ain't coming down, coming down [Verse 1] Swear I don't' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little man Always got something to prove nothing to lose Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I'm really not f*cking with you If Ain't got no ambition bro then im cuttin you loose, it's like Chris Brown chuckin the duece..... when they saw YE.. on a suit Tell your girl come f*ck with the dude NZ finest, king David b**h, NZ's highness im in harlem now that's NZ minus Still I'm giving New York NZ-itis That ill that sick that k**er dog, make em all notice the D like im Dilla dog your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it's Ray Allen for three I can hit it dog Spittin on it anyone who think otherwise Why these other dudes stay writing lullabies Can't sleep on my sh** keep you up at night, I can't cut the lights,would you love it right [Chorus] Got enough to go around what goes up ain't coming down Baby I'm running it light it up, light it up Puff that sh**, if your girl playing up, f*ck that b*tch Theres forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won't let it go Show you how, what goes up Ain't coming down, coming down [Verse 2] They say I got the hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder But I got this rum and cola, so f*ck that I ain't paying no of mine Extend your arm to shake, i'll extend my arm for a clothes line I ain't got no time, music is the slow grind Cosigns don't mean sh** when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I don't dine, you ain't busy livin bro maybe you should go die Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all to have your problems instead So stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, im tryin to find a place to rest my head on the tour bus I do this for all us,shy half cast in the cla** scared to try but dont wanna come last Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talkin' Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland , nah there ain't champagne bottes uncorkin', I'm still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen Still doing the half the things, People just talking, runnin' in the shoes motherf**ers couldn't walk in [Chorus] [Verse 3] - Buckshot The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and tribulations my patience, prove...we are an oasis Face it Melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when, I don't gotta see no violence, read no violence Got....no island when I say I stay high in the trees Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze , see OP see OG's and hope we OD for dope and more cheese, rats in traps they call traps perhaps they all black and back they own fact but, fall back dont fall off, f** swag when you died and the black bag hauled off Nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil is smilin' With a smirk ...jerk .. get it work get it .. [Chorus]