Buckshot - Die Hard lyrics

[Intro:] Sermon DJ JS-1 Uh Yeah Sound good Hip Hop all day uh Yeah Headrollers uh Yeah Here we go uh [Verse 1:][Erick Sermon] Yeah Mr. Hard Core is back DJ JS-1 He provided the track That I'm about to attack There up in the woods Kinda big and black Win airs in the hood Actually n***a i'm good I do it so easy Tyrese I'm a beast from the east Grrr At least I bring off the peace I sign from the underground Whenever I release But you on the other hand Need to be shot For the man rule Let's spin a barrel Pop Droooooop This year will be the best ya'll seen Make room Coming through Like a SUV H-I-P H-O-P It's gonna be hard to S-T-O-P Stop the band of the year I'm on the ramp And access is granted So I'm taking the advantage Damn it [Chorus:] Yeah This is how we doing here No fear Saying make sure its clear Any problem? Solve it But the answer We ain't the one to be f**ed with (Hardcore, hardcore) [repeat x1] [Verse 2:][Buckshot] Too many rap DJs Coming for his crown Went and got Buckshot So they better duck down I'm runnin up with the E Double With double Glock The two shotty, the 12 gauge The double pop (pop) JS in the Trailblaze So pop the trunk Too many bodies at the party So it betta buck Maybe a Halle or a Holly 21 Jump 21 guns salute Suit up (buzzing sound) A quiet storm Call it Viacom Arm, arm Make a n***a head transform Sela**ie, Aasheim, Rackmon Or are you Akbar Dot com I stay calm with that napalm Too many gems in them pages When I read Psalms I'm the Holy Qu'ran Teflon This is not Ricki Lake Or a Drake song [Chorus] [Verse 3:][Rahzel] War is war But you a backwards n***a So when you see me You see Thor Bwoy Your whole style is chump Buckwild I don't smile I dunk Shots at you You can tell When you see your peeps Ducking and hiding The only place to duck is down That's if I sign em Remind him He got memory loss Came out and set every course I set it in course Listen This is only a fact Me and [?] put Brooklyn on the map You doubt that? Son just Google it Don't get soup dude Cause I'll shoot up your oodles and noodles And show dudes who's in charge Me and my squad Listen dog don't pee in my yard I know the smell For heavens sake Got to hell JS 1 you spray this gun And Buckshots swell [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Big plans Burning in the big hand What I did to fam Makes no sense Had n***as ready to murder When I paid those fans Automatics and 9 mills Made them tense On the road Like DMV On the track with the E From EPMD Heads see (that's right) So if you test me You fail on the track With Erick Sermon and As Rahzel [Outro:] JJ,SS JJ,SS One J,SSS J,SSS JS-1 J,SS J.SS S J,SS JS-1