Buckshot - Flute lyrics

[Produced by P-Money] [Intro:] You know, story of the hood And, it gets a little rough But, I can't fail I gotta keep on going Keep on going little homie I know it's f**ed up, trust me [Verse 1: Buckshot] Run DMC and Shell-top Adidas Both on fire, I couldn't afford neither On Easter, my three piece suit That I wore 24, sitting (?) Well, Mom's had a hell of a way And Pop's up in Heaven today My combination Made me sell conversation I couldn't sell crack, no time for wastin' Break dancin' was hot and I was a dancer Squish to the beatbox and now I'm the man cause When the chicks here brrrr, stick 'em They think that I'm on and wanna get with 'em Even when I was young, I peep rhythm That they weren't worth most of the sh** we give 'em Yea, life like heads or tails Ain't fair when we take off our land as well (?) [Interlude] You had to have props to be able to grab the microphone Not anybody could have did that [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] It's the big dreamer (?) Joey high rolling the riff raff The flow is wrong in-tact In-fact it's overflowing overseas Don't believe me? Get your buoyancy Get your boy in sync The flow got buoyancy, them Pro-Era boys in sync Rap's drinking a poison ink, across the loud noise (?) I face L's but i'm the best out in the rink Just to think, these rappers like fighters The Mike Tyson I acquire is not retired Nor tired To attract ends is required And I don't punchlines - I punch liars He's the element of fire, old man Been running this sh** before I was a grown man But I owe part of it, word to my home man I'mma see you again when I get back to the homeland [Verse 3: CJ Fly] Cleaning up my act, not another episode of them soaps Doing it for show, Scrubs, watch them getting old Covered in such, drive-by the sun with a low (?) Third album Wheel of Fortune when I bought those O's And every other letter when I chose To finish my sentence when I wrote Nothing but bars as these boxes get filled I'm Plaxi with the cops, (?) real As the Nazis got k**ed Paradoxes surreal, the apostles reveal Tryna stay up out the (?) so we all know the drill They might offer you deals on the real A sequel for suspects that won't talk and won't squeal That's the code we live by so the rules still apply And the truth I abide, I choose not the lie Need a new alibi, after a while they won't have use in the trap I'm sick like I flew in the Nile, while you dudes in denial You are article and my crew be the now Yea, that's newly announced, yea my crew be renowned You the student, run out when it's truancy around Fly! [Outro:] Beast Coast! No Joke! Tell 'em how we get down man Pro-Era the Bucktown man