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(Buckshot) |
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Just give me two seconds of ya time, I'ma take ya shine |
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If you got a bad bitch, this gon' make her mine |
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Once she hear the LP, a/k/a the album |
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By any means necessary, I will do a Malcolm |
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On the God, fix, the thirty yard six |
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Dominican Republic, never heard of y'all shit |
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They dig me, cuz I did me, swiftly |
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Hit trees with my overseas mc's, then breeze |
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Them please, all of them niggaz is good for |
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Is talkin', they love walkin' on knees |
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I cock and squeeze when I shower many |
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Show a little love, every now and them, if I was them |
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**** my enemies, I smoke my little trees |
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Show love to my seeds, and put my hours in |
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But that was then, and this is right here, right now |
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We can do it Apollo 10, listen up |
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(Chorus: Buckshot) |
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How we do it, they wanna know |
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How the gods can flow, we bring the arsenal, they like |
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How we do it, we keep it crackin' |
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Ain't no slackin', we lovin' to make it happen, they like |
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How they do it, ain't no question |
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What we reppin', got them steppin, oh yea |
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How they do it, anytime you really want the answer |
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Call me and my mans up |
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(Buckshot) |
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First of all, let's cut through the chase |
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And get right to the bottom line |
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You know the face, nigga, now the rhyme |
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Rap is not a crime, though I'm killin' 'em |
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Fo'five millin' 'em, Dru, send the bill to them |
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So I can let them know how I rock dog Pepsi |
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And the sock, don't rep me on your block, dog |
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I do it for the indies, the independents |
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Who rhyme from the last penny, up until the last dime |
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I don't play games at all |
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I'm at the bottom where the flames engulf, brains come off |
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Brave us off, it don't matter, when ya face up north, |
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it's no laughter |
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Everybody seen the joke after, choke half the |
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The niggaz in ya frontline, or in ya back up |
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One time, duke, you betta know who you dealin' with |
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No card, this is God, you hard of hearin' shit? |
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Listen up |
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(Chorus) |
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(Buckshot) |
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Let it be known, Buck be ahead of the throne |
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The only nigga that's ahead of his own, I stay on p |
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Like they on me, when they all see |
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That I'm all that, and they just jealous, and can't be |
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Hopin' I fall again, but every time you pop off a pistol |
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You call my name, (Buckshot) |
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No need for amnesia, I need ta, spit a sick verse |
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For you, set off your seizure |
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Shake ya body and ya knees up |
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Ease up, weeze up in this bitch |
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Spark them trees up, you look like you need Buck |
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Well he's up, in the crib, til you pay the kid |
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Pull your fees up, please, me with a visa? |
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He's a, black Ebenezer, hate all you scheezers |
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Like me, I don't like you neither |
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But your rap beats is soft, call Alicia Keys up |
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(Chorus) |
