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(feat. Buckshot) [Buckshot (Oh No):] Yeah, uhh uhh uhh.. Oh No (yeah) B.D.I. (This is for everybody, that starve in this shit) (Y'all ready? I see y'all) [Oh No:] Ay, this is for my hustlin {niggaz} With so much to handle ain't no feelin in they fingers That travel deep, even without they {niggaz} Cause the real knows that they still with us My every day is no different than you and yours chillin I'm cold, like pops when he was out in the road Told that we gonna make a million; name is M.J. or Oh No And every move is major independent without it bein slow roll Tryin to smile goin through the bad times That's why I stay high, and bang loud when I drive by My eyes slightly shut, wide open I'm watchin the time go by holdin in slow motion my hands Can't take it back to the time back then But I can get with Buckshot and start it over again This is hip-hop like when it began; without the chains and the trends to the ends be as real as it gets Letras de canciones[Chorus x2: Buckshot] You can get yours, cause I'ma get mine All we do is hustle, all day on the grind It ain't a game how I live it Insane how I live it, no fame how I live it [Buckshot:] There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from You can run but you can't hide your face from I take them to the blocks where the cops let off shots for fun, this is Brooklyn son One, two, what y'all gonna do When they kick in the door, put your face on they boots like Uhh, this ain't game, this is real life The shotty steel like, you see what your body feel like Darkness, now you see the light from the arsonist Set fire to the world, stompin this Timbaland in that man chest cavity Step to me emphatically, you know it's a tragedy That's why I shine like halogens With my hustle and my hooligans stay hollerin Polishin, weak {niggaz} off like old leathers You wanna step up, but you know better [Chorus] [Buckshot:] Oh, No, B.D.I. From Letras Mania