Buckshot - My b**hes & My n***az (feat. Harly Hearts) lyrics

(Harly Hearts) My b**hes rock wit me, potato in the sock wit me co*k wit me, take it to your block wit me Stock wit me, then run through the stock wit me It's our philosophy, it's not a game Cause you look s**y, and I bet you be protective ?? Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin for the brain That's our position simple and plain, there'll be no explanation We show no hastation, we holdin down on station Only a quip, wit that ideal sh**, tryin to flip You betta chill, before spot out a bloody lip Plus any other chicks in my click, you get beat quick With the nice stick, wit the, wit an icepick There are ways of k**in, that ill not leave a trace It's at the pain enguished horror frozen on a corpse face And of cause the body, outlined with the trace of white chalk That's my M.O. Harly Hearts, I'm the b**h from New York (Buckshot) My n***as k** for, take it to your grill for me Represent Crow Hill for me, from day one they still wit me And chill wit me, on the corner where the k**az be smokin a blee Throwin this from the rebleness, you can't see Buckshot On ya TV, rappin BCC Incredibly, if ya think ya betta then me ?Fiend? for Buck to stop the future like a felony B What you tellin me B? All my n***as can't get in the club for free? Cause we two D-double-E-P's, nuthin for free? Run in your spot and cause havoc Next time you recognize, n***as ain't havin it And my girl ain't havin it, she licks shots to Take away your block too, while my thugs do or die too f** around my man out one in your ?? Just because we got to, and you know we got a lot too Chorus: Buckshot, Harly Hearts (repeat 2X) (Buck) My n***as thug for me, bust another slug for me One time for the love for me (Harly) My b**hes rock wit me, pull another Glock for me Pullin on n***as co*ks wit me (Buck) My n***as flip for me, get the money quick for me Only talk'n about the chips wit me (Harly) My b**hes roll, wit me, control em n***as souls wit me Made woman and we holdin G (Harly Hearts) My b**hes rock, wit me, chambers filled and co*k wit me Black mask runnin up in your spot wit me Ain't no stoppin this monopaly, we hold this game under lock and key You a mockery, potatoes again, now I got the Glock wit me Just in case I feel like poppin three Tou watchin me (well good) my b**hes watchin you And now your chances of survivin, are impossible See I'm as real as it gets, I run in there tight steps Leavin no trace, no ways, no side faces, my concepts f** you and your dreads, cause we dont leave War vets We bustin cokes and sets, 12 gauges and techs Six soies and Macks, baurettes and make pay Bring that raw to your door, b**h, with no delay Turn your a** from ghost white to the colour of grey Harly Hearts signing out fall off, of gun play (Buckshot) My n***as ride wit me, send me on your side wit me Lie wit me to make the shorties, slide wit me Get high wit me, n***a ride or die for me Send a n***a in the sky for me Smokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit me Jewelery to buy wit me, wit Ice like T's Similar to brist, light up your rists, it's like this Call to my thorough n***as, you invited to this Not if ya miss, the reason, why I came to thug game And I chose the rap game not the drug game For my n***as throwin tech's in the sky, like Bed-Stuy BK to you or die, when the led fly, and I Representin for all of my G's, from Blacks to Japanese US to overseas, back to New York You should hear the slang we talk Buckshot and Harly Hearts so I can bang New York Chorus