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(Buckshot) |
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Buckshot rock niggas like kicks |
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Sport hos like clothes |
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Cock back the double barrel, used to be broke like an arrow |
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Walk a real narrow, path, you don't know the half |
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Nigga you ain't do the math, add up |
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As I bag up, weed from the stash |
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Win the war, throw the flag up |
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Course right, fuck beein quit |
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I'ma blast thru the nuzzle of my gun, first, then burst |
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When you see the worst, it was Buckshot |
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Little Tazmanian, black Damien |
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Purpose is to pull the plug and shoot the enemy inside the mug |
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Like what, Buck never gave a fuck |
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One-Two |
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Aiyo One-Two- Redman |
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(repeated over) |
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(Buckshot) |
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Thru the mist of the black smoke |
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One toke, take a hit, inhale in some real ill shit |
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What you about to deal with is the worst in here |
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I'm 5 foot 4, raw little nightmare |
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Givin heavy not a light stare |
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Concentrate to hit my target on sight |
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Now who gon get it tonight |
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A few bitches on my list now |
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a few niggas get me pissed now, but who gon get dissed now |
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First, I kick a verse for them niggas that thurst for the liquid |
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When I kick it, check it |
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True soldier, started as a teen in rap thing |
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Now I'm like the rap Don King |
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Blastin thru the city with, no car |
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While you drivin your city whip, where ya jar nigga? |
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(more "one-two's" scratched) |
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(5 Ft.) |
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The problem is you didn't listen when I warned you |
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Now I took five step, now I'mma lawn you |
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Evaluated, elevated, escalated, exellerated |
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Even became more educated |
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Comin thru fully equiped, stick it to the script |
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Prepare for battle and war, causin the enemy to abandon ship |
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It's my turn to burn, the flame I desent like the sun |
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And catch rip with or against anyone |
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The heat is on, as knowledge is beein born |
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Creatin that electrical magnetic dorm |
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Consistant combagin, do you really think you can fuck with |
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This intelligent team of destruction |
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Forever buildin and destructin |
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Maintainin balance in our cypher |
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Keepin a more flammable fluid than in your lighter |
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Got enough energy to incite ya, excite ya |
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Yeah, I'm here to take ya higher to the Messiah |
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And get my earth wind & fire, Devil's a lier |
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You best to beware of the soul buyer |
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Better drive the lead ya to damnation, cancelation |
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But every good is duck this God right creation |
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My get down is all in my mans for the station |
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Bring ya four universal greatings which be peace |
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Travel worldwide, leavin my mark in the east |
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Many fakes and frauds be gettin applauded |
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At least ya brain weight, that of distorted |
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Got my peoples reachin it when they can't afford it |
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Forgetten the true factors of life |
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I'm bringin this drum thru my windpipe |
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My shit is mad tight |
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Shinin the true light, boastin ya adreneline |
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To take flight, Power Universals out of sight |
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Hah! |
