Da Beatminerz - Freestyle lyrics

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Da Beatminerz - Freestyle lyrics

Intro: See that sh** right here Feel that n***a Buckshot Listen this is the realest muthaf**in herb This is called Freestyle For all you n***as that ain't even clear up on this sh** Don't know what's goin now Listen close, this is called a freestyle [Buckshot] A lot of n***as are jealous of Buckshot [say what?] I hear it everyday on my block I heard you did a album with 2Pac Yeah muthaf**a, thugadon till I drop And what not, watch the spot get blown Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthaf**a I'm in the zone Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone The don king of rap sittin on the throne Juice truck, who's that? that's Buck Representin N.Y.C., n***a, it got to be Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank Strong arm them n***as with shanks You better thank God, muthaf**a, times is hard Real n***as know sh** stink [break] [Buckshot] All my j**els cost a arm and a leg Smoke sh** right to the head Nuff said, I'mma speak this Loud voice, no choice muthaf**a I'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too Got a mink too, platinum too Buck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too Get that b**h talk, I put a cap in her too Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit I just can't stop it Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs n***a what? You get two to your dove, f**in wit this n***a I ain't no joke [break] [Buckshot] Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke Here I come creepin thru the door Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthaf**a Get ya clean the floor See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic Gotta be on tour with the mic Rollin up the black from dust to dust Buck is like a burner, co*k back and bust Four clip, ready for the bullsh** As soon as the target's on sight, n***a pull sh** Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate If he die it's fates, if it don't wait n***a's don't know, Buckshot rock don status n***a I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo f** around and get freaky wit ya main ho At my show, n***a what You get two straight to your guns, you didn't know Buck was the sh** I ain't the one to f** with