Da Beatminerz - Rush lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] Rush, rush, rush, rush Rush, rush, rush, rush Rush, rush, rush, rush Rush, rush, rush, rush [Buckshot] If I don't get in, I'm rushin' You can step aside or collide with this four-five bustin' No bluffin', just n***as in that, all black apparrel With the barrels that spin back, Buck, where you been? I've been back, so now I'm on the map And all I want is my bread, send that Holdin' my shank, thrown to my tank, roll it blank Don't hold the blade, but I will roll the bank Four five six, n***as in your spot, lookin' at shot Thinkin' I'm sweet, like apricots Cause when I let 'em know -- I can be Teddy Pendergra** If you want me to let it go, I spit for life Boot Camp Clik for life, it's superman in the day With the krypto-night, n***as love how I grip the mic Chicks love, how I grip n***as, they grab my dick And spit right, game in your brain I came in the game, with nothing And left with the world knowing my name it's nothing You can keep huffin' and puffin', but Made you kneel your knees at the door and we all bumrush [Hook: Buckshot] The labels (rush) The stores (rush) The doors (rush) All y'all (rush) The party (rush) Anybody (rush) For the shotty (rush) In your lobby(rush) The industry (rush) All my enemies (rush) Til you feelin' me (rush) Or til you rid of me (rush) The ma**es (rush) the fascists (rush) In that C-Cla** (rush) til my g's cla** (rush) [Buckshot] This is Bucktown, blouse Fred Widicks Call me General Buck, cause I led millions Wear the Chuck Taylor's or chuck Timbs f** with him, you might get ya face crushed in Brooklyn, Franklin Avenue bring the crooks in Everyday hustlers, professional buffin' Slide ya dame like greeks in the vacant lot Bust two shots, make it shot, chicks get laid alot You love that, when they take it alot, you love that Get the buzz back, I pray you never get in my way My gun slay muthaf**as, when you get in my way I'm Billie the Kid, sh**, I'm really the kid Shoot you in front of your kids, and been slid To the next state, me and Beatminerz on the way up Quick to slay up, the next up, fix ya face, don't miss the date Some call Mr. Hate, cause I got a list of hate You, number one through eight It's all great, I can't relate With this 38, I'm rushin' the door, and I can't wait [Hook] [Buckshot] Talkin' bout I can't come in? We bumrush You see them n***as with no grins, they from us We all got big ones to bust, got a lotta respect For them n***as that never did, run from us But respect ain't sh**, when the tech spit Two shots in your Lexus Coupe and your neck split That's it, it's a wrap, you ain't know this and that Will get you clapped, f**in' with Shot, watch ya back Cause we comin' through, runnin' through, murder in two Anybody can get it, n***a, including you It's awful, unlawful, how we kick down the door Your jaw, hit the floor too, back up a little bit Give me some room, n***as ain't wanna give props to the Moon Cause I'm underrated, the underdog, and you overhated You know I made it, but you still tellin' me no favors f** it, let's get it on right now Alotta n***as gone right now, but I'm born right now what? [Hook]