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[Buckshot] Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down Nigga, don't try to fight back You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that' I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit' Ups, ups, and aways wes goes I can rock the mic because I got mad flows Like, this, that, dilly, dally Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally In the alley, right up the anal She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too My type of ass like the glass filled with grass When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength Letras de cancionesAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleed I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick So yo, yo, just come and flip a script [5FT.] Back up off this little trip To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick So, don't you dare, press your luck The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it [Buckshot] Inside of the mind, I see I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with Niggaz on two-third, word up, served When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe And niggaz pulled out knives and razors But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer Right to the head, now pull, nigga I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40 On the block, to park the yard Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss' What? And I'mma catch you down When I hit you with the push in the mush In the green, from the textbook Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight? From Letras Mania