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(feat. Big Pooh, Sean Price) [Buckshot (Big Pooh)] Yeah (Yeah) They wonderin' Ayo Pooh (Whaddup Buck?) Check this out (Ha?) I ain't got the answer dog (I got it either my nigga) And I'mma spread a little somethin'on 'em (Aight) You know the game is crazy I can't explain this shit sometimes (Ay let them niggas know what's good, man) [Buckshot] From the news to the radio Radio to sattelite All I hear is niggas lookin Actin' like, matters like The most pathetic method to use Especially old dudes Who thinkin' they old news You blink, and you old school Niggas know rules 'cause you can do what you want No, fool You should get ya shit together Stay out the lobby Letras de canciones'Cause if you ain't selling records in the store, it's a hobby And you probably disagree Fuck it, this is me I've been here since '93 You've been here since finding me So, jot notes, take a lesson This is 'Shot, Smif N Wessun and Sean P The army posessin'automatic weapons With the exception of my brain I'll give 'em my grain, tryin' to break down the game For those who can't staind (stand), they lame when they starin' They lookin' at me wrong, when they hear this song what they hear is [Chorus: Buckshot (Samples)] The wonderin' what's goin' down with the underground When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause (They wonder what's on my mind) When you see my face now (They wonder) When we come through deep (They wonder) When you see us in the street (They wonder what's on my mind) [Big Pooh] It's me Starin' face down the eyes of a barrell Niggas wonder is he thorough, take a look at the kid This 3 years since some shit that I did became a classic Now I got this shit wrapped up in plastic, bastards Speakin' on my talent, they way I pen these scriptures "Mothafuck, that nigga rap is riddic' (riddiculous)" God forgive me now, so I repent I'm on some fuck you shit 'Cause this year what they got, I'mma get This is What I call here a tropical storm, man Came in these lanes for the way they go on, an' (and) Sleep on my record You wonder what the fuck is goin' on in my life I'mma tell you in a second First we got shafted on our first deal Our first lawyer fell for the fake nigga, and that's real Now it's all over, yo it's a new chapter Prepare for the rapture, I'm bakin' you son I'm on tune with myself, this is lyrical fitness Buck is here to witness, so hear these breaths 9th Wonder in control of the sets J. League and Boot Camp get the props nigga, in case you forget [Buckshot (Samples)] The wonderin' what's goin' down with the underground When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause (They wonder what's on my mind) [Big Pooh] You mothafucka's can't hold me J. League, B-C-C Beware of the L-B And next up is my mothafuckin' nigga Sean P! [Sean Price] Alot of mothafucka's say they can rhyme Until they get in the booth Find out they ain't tellin' the truth Sean Price cash royalty checks Cop work, flip that, cop some more, then forget that I rap Yo, rap ain't real, my life is real If you rap out my life, fuck around and get killed Niggas always wanna ask if I'm Sean I'm like "chill, mind ya business" Give that man dap, and I'm gone Yo, see me alone, and see me with rock Fuck around, I see you with shots if I see you with cops Niggas ask why I clap at the kids 'Cause I saw him last night, it wasn't right how he yapped to the pigs Yo, pop ya 'cris, I pop Hen' bottles Pop E pills, nigga, with top 10 models I'm back for revenge, and I'm back with no ends Big ruck when I rock, stop askin' a friend Yo, I'm 32 but the gauge is .12 And the fifth for these funny niggas, Dave Chappelle When Run-DMC was fuckin' raisin' hell I was on the run from these D's, raisin' hell Kinda broke, couldn't raise the bell Called my man, he broke 2 fuckin'(?) and a gauge for bail Beat the chase got my gauge right back as well With rap, you can say such amazin' tales, nigga From Letras Mania