Da Beatminerz - f** it Up lyrics

[Buckshot] Call me, hits and say jack, cause I get no punani Flippin' a script, leaving the s**er ducks behind me I'm a threat to poetry, you know it's me When you see brothers, running around, here now Duck Down Here comes the Buckshot Shorty Swingin' tracks, with more rhythm and blues then Berry Gordy Doing damage, when I vanish an MC, and picture the dream I'm a warrior, not Freddy Kruger Part Three Slap that wack sh**, you can face your arraignment Life, I think you need some edutainment Try to slave my mind frame, you catch a spazasm Damn I feel good like a long awaited orgasm I blow up like a n***a who doing life in jail But failed, kick back and drink an ale Yeah, I'm the man that control with this Run with a crew, and in my mind I'm a soloist I don't walk, but verbally break x That's why I got nuff respect, in this profession But all punk s**er ducks, still don't know the answer To the question [Hook 2x: Buckshot] How we gonna f** it up? (Yo, it's f**ed up) How we gonna f** it up? (Yo, it's f**ed up) How we gonna f** it up? (Yo, it's f**ed up) How we gonna f** it up? (Yo, it's f**ed up) [Buckshot] Here I come, with the mic in my right To get paid, plus raid the lime light For any MC, that's so called, gets the props I rock hip hop, non stop, to give nots I'm the man, the original Straight from Crown Heights, my life's subliminal Make my mark then spark, intellect, you'll find And give insight to the blind I manifest the best when I step through Five deadly styles, but I don't do kung fu Give me the tool and I go buckwild b**hes and n***as on my dick because I'm versatile So if you bite, I'll ignite the dynamite Battle words, and battles gone, but I'm not that type But I get hype, when I write to a format Produced by Evil Dee, so now it's all that Watch your back, cause I attack And if you ain't down with Beatminerz, your Wig-wig-wack [Hook 2x] [Buckshot] Lyrical genius, mic Mr. Wonderful I grab the mic and make it turn like a run-do Known to poetic, to terrorize, listen This is a call to other mc's, time to televise A smooth black brother on the rap scene Doing my best to manifest to the fiend That I can finesse, and excel beyond any dope Guaranteed to turn the party out I light sh** up like a professional mob hit No competition, cause the rest is garbage Yeah, I'm not the one to get played So back up off my dick, before I spark my renegade Lyrical melodies are chosen I revise the travel, cause the rest had 'em dozin' Off, I'm the boss, don't forget it When I rip it and stick it, manifest to the wicked And wow, I don't smile when I catch wreck f** the body blows, I'm going straight for the neck [Hook 2x]