Da Beatminerz - Buckshot's Freestyle Joint lyrics

[Buckshot] Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon co*k Non stop, when I rock, n***as be on my jock So I got flocks to carry Glocks for the cops n***as know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L Let's get with the buddha session, back a n***a down With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy Because I hate b**hes, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches Break you f**ing down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound Fill it in your muthaf**in' chest on the ground, get down n***a, don't try to fight back You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that' I heard it from my n***a, and I see him down the way n***as be on my dick Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal Type sh**, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype sh**' Ups, ups, and aways wes goes I can rock the mic because I got mad flows Like, this, that, dilly, dally Last time I f**ed your f**ing girlfriend Sally In the alley, right up the an*l She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too My type of a** like the gla** filled with gra** When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like bra** n***as on my dick, because I gots mad strength And when I f**ed the girl, but it bleed I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head n***as be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT n***as be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please Slapped on your sk**s, didn't think you had it Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic Give a check, one, two, to the head, n***as be on your dick So yo, yo, just come and flip a script [5FT.] Back up off this little trip To pull the muthaf**in' dozen, give a dick So, don't you dare, press your luck The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to k** Cuz I d**hstalk with the Glock strapped to the right Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right I blow but sneeze, let n***as know what I mean When I get mad, I go the muthaf**in' bloodstream Bust a b**h in her throat and watch blood spill As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark One time, as I blow your muthaf**in' mind It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you Just a little bit, of my lyrical sk**s When I go with the sk**s that pay the bills, when I flip And I rip, it's time to be --- ahhh, f** it [Buckshot] Inside of the mind, I see I'm the type of n***a that you call a mad freak Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be In your f**ing drawers, yo, sharp like claws Always break laws, cause I hate the f**ing devil n***as be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind I'm the type of n***a, that flip the script, I hit from behind Like my n***as Mobb Deep, creep on the under Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pa** the blunt-a A n***a like me, because I've been ya man for years Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years And all the type of sh**, that we did, me just can't hang with We grab the Glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with n***as on two-third, word up, served When we got f**ed up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow n***as were on our dick, because we're toe to toe And n***as pulled out knives and razors But we pull out the muthaf**in' infered lazer Right to the head, now pull, n***a I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40 On the block, to park the yard n***as be on my dick because I say that I'm God Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss' What? And I'mma catch you down When I hit you with the push in the mush In the green, from the textbook Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me If I say this type of sh**, you might just spit, or with But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?