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(Verse 1: Buckshot) |
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Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot |
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Who can rock a nigga's knot? Buckshot |
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Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot |
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When it comes to this, I never stop |
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Drip drop, hip hop |
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'Cuz you know I'm on top of my job |
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Makin' it hard, handeling my business on the boulevard |
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La, there's so many people trying to be equal |
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Shorty all embarassed 'cuz he drive a Regal |
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It's a thugged out bucket |
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As long as you make money when you hustle, fuck it |
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It's the next man thought to bring you down |
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If you ain't benefiting, then you better slip in |
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a couple words that'll set 'em straight |
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'uz carrying the weak niggas on your shoulder is only dead weight |
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So, pick your head up when you get up |
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And if you're feeling what I'm saying |
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let me see you throw your fist sup |
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(Chorus-Buckshot) |
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Throw your hands in the air like this (x3) |
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Put your hands in the sky like this |
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Throw your hands in the air like this (x4) |
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(Verse 2: Buckshot) |
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The bomb was set to be lose |
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In a couple of minutes, don't be alarmed |
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It's a hands on experience, throw your hands up |
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Let us, the bettors, niggas put your grands up |
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What you about to see is reality, baby |
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Check the stats, and see if you can hang with me |
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Black Moon, 92, was set to blow |
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Smif 'n Wessun '93 and '94 |
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Fab 5, '95, and nigga we strive |
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To keep it tight and keep this Duckdown shit alive |
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Ain't no surprise, my niggas put the "real" in "ize." |
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You better open up your motherfuckin eyes |
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(Chorus: Buckshot x1) |
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(Verse 3: Buckshot) |
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After this, I smoke a fat Bob Marley |
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Into Bob Marley, slow down hardly |
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Thumping is a thug's world |
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I recognize 'cuz I'm living in the bug world |
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I got a letter from my girl in D.C. |
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She put me on the scoop about bitches around me |
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All of a sudden, I peeped the ones fronting |
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It be in the front line of mind |
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But in the end, there's always time |
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I'm just the type to stay original |
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Fuck biting off the next man, it's pitiful |
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P.O.S.: power over suckers |
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In this rap game, my nickname be dirty chuckers |
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Mr. Buckshot, rock the triathalon of rap |
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Squeezing like a python to break your back |
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Check the facts for the illy verse |
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About reality, you want another one? |
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I need your hands first |
