"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes..."
[Jus Allah]
My style orbits
Around nine planets of forces
Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses
Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor
Present the type of horror that boils your holy water
Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father
Hard boys become toys inside the real saga
So why bother
My whole flaw lines is harder
So bring the drama
We all know the signs is smarter
I set off crowds, style wild like a circus
I seek through souls when I walk past churches
Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose
Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches
Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging
Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness
No option, narrow odds
Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards
[Chorus]
[Ikon the Hologram]
Open the gates of Midian
For the fangs like the flesh
Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh
We hang the best
Spit venom until your face burn
Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm
The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist
Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss 'em cutest
We take lives with knives steady abusing ya
With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula
Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class
Ikon will smash into shards of glass
To reform into a whirlwind of sand
Then reborn into the word Hologram
A solid man with plans to intwine matter
[Harly Hearts]
My bitches rock wit me, potato in the sock wit me
Cock wit me, take it to your block wit me
Stock wit me, then run through the stock wit me
It's our philosophy, it's not a game
cause you look sexy, and I bet you be protective ??
Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin for the brain
That's our position simple and plain, there'll be no explanation
we show no hastation, we holdin down on station
Only a quip, wit that ideal shit, tryin to flip
You betta chill, before spot out a bloody lip
Plus any other chicks in my click, you get beat quick
with the nice stick, wit the, wit an icepick
There are ways of killin, that ill not leave a trace
It's at the pain enguished horror frozen on a corpse face
and of cause the body, outlined with the trace of white chalk
That's my M.O. Harly Hearts, I'm the bitch from New York
[Buckshot]
My niggaz kill for, take it to your grill for me
Represent Crow Hill for me, from day one they still wit me
and chill wit me, on the corner where the killaz be smokin a blee
Throwin this from the rebleness, you can't see Buckshot
on ya TV, rappin BCC
Incredibly, if ya think ya betta then me
?Fiend? for Buck to stop the future like a felony B
What you tellin me B?
All my niggaz cant get in the club for free?
Cause we two D-double-E-P's, nuthin for free?
Run in your spot and cause havoc
Next time you recognize, niggaz ain't havin it
And my girl ain't havin it, she licks shots to
Take away your block too, while my thugs do or die too
Fuck around my man out one in your ??
Just because we got to, and you know we got a lot too
Chorus: Buckshot, Harly Hearts (repeat 2X)
[Buck] My Niggaz thug for me, bust another slug for me
One time for the love for me
[Harly] My Bitches rock wit me, pull another glock for me
pullin on niggaz cocks wit me
[Buck] My niggaz flip for me, get the money quick for me
only talk'n about the chips wit me
[Harly] My bitches roll, wit me, control em Niggaz souls wit me
made woman and we holdin G
[Harly Hearts]
My bitches rock, wit me, chambers filled and cock wit me
Black mask runnin up in your spot wit me
Ain't no stoppin this monopaly, we hold this game under lock and key
You a mockery, potatoes again, now I got the glock wit me
Just in case I feel like poppin three
Tou watchin me (well good) my bitches watchin you
and now your chances of survivin, are impossible
See I'm as real as it gets, I run in there tight steps
Leavin no trace, no ways, no side faces, my concepts
Fuck you and your dreads, cause we dont leave War vets
We bustin cokes and sets, 12 gauges and techs
Six soies and Macks, baurettes and make pay
Bring that raw to your door, bitch, with no delay
Turn your ass from ghost white to the colour of grey
Harly Hearts signing out fall off, of gun play
[Buckshot]
My niggaz ride wit me, send me on your side wit me
Lie wit me to make the shorties, slide wit me
Get high wit me, nigga ride or die for me
Send a nigga in the sky for me
Smokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit me
Jewelery to buy wit me, wit Ice like T's
Similar to brist, light up your rists, it's like this
Call to my thorough niggaz, you invited to this
not if ya miss, the reason, why I came to thug game
and I chose the rap game not the drug game
For my niggaz throwin tech's in the sky, like Bed-Stuy
BK to you or die, when the led fly, and I
representin for all of my G's, from Blacks to Japanese
US to overseas, back to New York
You should hear the slang we talk
Buckshot and Harly Hearts so I can bang New York
Chorus
[Intro]
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB
A.K.A. you host for the evening
By your people, he believin in fake MC's
[Buckshot]
A lot of y'all, think you know it all
Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the party on the wall
Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance
She fuckin wit Buck, I'm on the move, you understand
Stupid, wise up and get intelligent
See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant
Teachin, when I'm on the streets and
When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin
The purpose, no longer am I nervous
I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to blow you
When I do this, don't act like it's a shock to you
If I shock you when you bow down, say true
Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general
But generally speakin, I didn't even know you
But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind
Saw the same plan, ended at the same time
[Chorus]
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB
A.K.A. you host for the evening
By your people, he believin in fake MC's
Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin
You know that I shall proceed
[Buckshot]
I can't wait to get rid of y'all Captain Crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, I'mma bring the light
To make ya niggas come out of the closet
You might have to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see usually the aim is
To burn down the cane field, must remain real
Keep the stainless steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real
Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill
I will take ya niggas right above the hill
And everybody got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out
Everybody call out, it's the black, that make you lay back in the cut
And ask "What the fuck is that?" nigga chill, relax
[Chorus]
[Buckshot]
I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse
When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse
Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every time I told you this
You told me that you knew in that I owned you this
What owned you this? My niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate
How we don't fuck around wit y'all
We might bring the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya
Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence
Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them
Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him
Got him cuz he want to be the talker and the big spender
Until he got hit, bump the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit
Til he got wit BD, now he ready, kid
[Swan]
It's platinum baby, A/K/A BJ, so got them goin crazy
Back up on the scene, and I'm showin you green
Don't gotta ask what I mean, take a look at my team
Entrepreneurs gettin publishin, raw on tour, no rubbishin
Swan drops nukes by law, where we at wit this
Everywhere you see them four byes
Low low's Jack Benz wit the bubble eyes in every hallway
In every PJ, all night, all day, they bumpin BJ
Now when they play me in the clubs, girls rush the DJ
And say you gotta replay, wit no delay
[Chorus: Swan]
I'll be damned, if I couldn't turn the party out
I'll be damned, if I couldn't make you scream and shout
I'll be damned, I'll be damned
I'll be damned, if I don't collect a royalty check
And don't have a niggie beggin on knees, because he slept
I'll be damned, I'll be damned
[Buckshot]
Fire one, fire two, let the missile drop
Let the doors get loose when the whistle pop
Bark, this is the arc, you could get a ball but we leavin at dark
If you got your ticket, then your mission starts
Don't get caught up in some shit, niggas want they throat to get slit
Now, I gotta lot, you gotta lot, if you gotta pot
And I gotta spot, if I gotta knot, tell me if I got shot
Cuz I got somethin for you when my shit get hot
Lyrically about to let my nine cock
Bust off a whole round, I'll be damned if I see hoes now
[Chorus: Buckshot]
I'll be damned, if I have to keep being this broke
I'll be damned, if I go a day without no smoke
I'll be damned, if I don't become a millionaire
I'll be damned, if ya niggas don't watch and stare
[Buckshot]
What's the deal BJ?
I really wanna know what's the deals these days
Don't forget the bombay
[Swan]
If I take another life, then I sell my soul
But I'll be damned if I let you run up on me for my gold
So when I roll, I take precaution
Too many of my peers got took out while they were flossin
That hit me hard, and I still gotta battle police
Cuz brutality ain't no where near a cease
Once you provoke, I'mma, I'mma blast
Cuz I'm nervous, and I don't want plungers runnin in my ass
[Buckshot]
I'll be damned if police try to lock me up
Put they hand on they waste and glock me up
Rather die like a champ, and live like a ass
Cuz when it's time to bust, I'm boundin to blast
We got bomb weed, bomb beats, bomb to licks
We got to bomb the weed constantly
Watch, I'm feelin when I get up in the ass like
Tonight's the night, you weak MC's
Better come right, now when I say come right
You better sound tight, cuz all that shit you kick
It sound like it bite, and you better prepare for this shit I'm on
Cuz I'm a Nocturnal nigga, and I'm bringin Da Storm
Word is bond, and I'll be damned
[Buckshot]
Clack clack clack, clack clack clack clack
Fuck wit BDB, I put a, hole in ya back
See me, it's like that, it's like this
Hit you wit the tip of the four fifth, lick off ya bottom lip
I gotta have it, and did it to smackin
Ya niggas backwards, I don't how to act kid, relax kid
Calm ya ass down, don't let the liquor or the weed smoke
Provoke a fight now, aight now
Don't get gassed up, I know where you live at, I tied ya wife up
Gave her the dick and she was like ";Buck";
Yeah picture ya girl, me and my dick sucked
Man, I live it up, the life of a thorough nigga, what
You see me on the block, runnin from shit
Comin wit the glock, bustin off thunderous shit
Number one hit, still throw blows to get
Up in your tentacles, turn you into vegetables
[Chorus 2X: Swan]
We heavy weighters, crowd motivators
In and out of staters, Benz and Navigators
Ridin elevators, to the hundredth floor
Bombin down on that ass, we bout to give you some more
[Swan]
Where we get gully for the cash, call it Terror Dome
Where bitch niggas pop down, when they hear the chrome
Swan flip digital, nigga try and rap
Don't love the six hundred, nigga neck snap back, fuck it
Crash that, cuz niggas pullin on my dick again
Paparazzi wanna take my flick again, give a chick a ten
Good girl, got my glock in the spot
Cuz I don't trust you muthafuckas, when I'm rockin the spot
And dead men, Swan Gotti, young gun for fun
See ya hungry gettin none, cuz my nine weigh a ton
When I bust, better run, or catch a war back breaker
Live shots, shakin and fakin
[F.T.]
Who callin me out? I'm all about triggas and toast
Bitches gimme pussy, cuz my dick is bigger than most
Niggas is dose, of thugs so you figure I'm broke
Advice it happens, money, all liquor and smoke
I went to school but wasn't learnin nuthin
Stay burnin bustin, was a birth to frontin
Pullin out gats, ready to murder somethin
My whole game plan, is name brand
Let off the flame and smack a gay man wit the same hand
All you undefeated cats bout to take ya first lost
Fuck that, it's a work, boss get hurt, boss never jerk off
Hit honeys wit shirts and skirts off
Yeah, you look hard, but your verse soft
[Chorus 4X]
[Buckshot]
Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness
Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist
Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd
Somebody put out a hit out and tried to shot me
But I still came out, lookin all clean and lean
Muthafuckas wanna be on my team, so they fiend
To be in my jean, put a monkey wrench in my startin bench
But I gotta quench my thirst first, when I take liquid to the throat
Lubricate the path as my words float
Up and down cuz muthafuckas be on my crown
So they sound like me, but they can't write like me
It's the BDI, bite me, can't excite me
When you ignite me, like TNT, just the BDB
[Chorus]
Representin Double D, flow wit me
Cuz I'm take ya on the breath hand side
Take you on the breath hand side
BDI's the guy, now fly with me, now glide with me
If you ride wit me, it's all right wit me
Now fly wit the BD, just fly wit me
Just roll wit the BD, just roll wit me
Cuz it's a mission I'mma take you on, word is bond, word is born
Whatever you want, I got it
[Buckshot]
There's a war goin on, inside my dome
Sometimes when I roam, I hope to make it home
Fuckin wit them trees from littie, littie
Make the body *coof* he-he-he-he
Now BD got the plan, if you want the clan
Come follow the man with the plan in his hand so we expand
Do it again, and again, try to kill me
I'm alive like Makaveli and my girlfriend's
Doin the job, she diss her, come wit these
When BD can't stop, it's like I got a disease
I'm dissin one MC, after two MC
A true MC, can rock the party
Leavin everybody in the party wit dens
BDI get on the mic and put ya people in the trance
Take one glance, one look, BDI open up the book
And give a title, it's vital, the ideal that I worship
Is for dough, and that's myself whenever I flow, listen
[Chorus]
You got to go on a mission and fly wit me
Just roll on a mission and come wit me
BDI is the guy, so ride wit me
If you need a guy, then follow crowdly
BD got the plan, what, what's the plan now
BD got the plan, Buckshot, the man got
BD got the plan, just follow the God
I'mma follow wit pride
[Buckshot]
Lyrics for days, I blow out like, what's that all about?
Buck, bout time you got out
Let me spread out and lubricate
Drop a jewel, to make the average fool hate, when I bust
But I bust, plus, everybody in the dust, slow down
Just us, dangerous, givin you somethin you like wit bounce
Buck got it by the ounce, let me announce
I'm on the rise, plus I keep those red eyes
Come try me on for size, I know you idealize
See some of y'all know me, and some of y'all don't
Some wont, some ain't, see, some can take the shit
Some can't, fall out, fail out, when they fall they bail out
When the fall they call out, mamma, whenever the drama
Get higher, I'mma, bomb a, nigga, like it was the last time
And the last rhyme, BD got the flow
If you wanna follow me, follow wit pride
Let's go, let's move, keep ya body on the move
[Buckshot]
Buckshot rip the body apart
Come through wit the lyrical art, follow the spark
I'mma leave the blind thru the dark
Gather up the ganja come aboard the arc
Like Noah, I don't show a nigga he ain't ready for this
Shot the snake and make him venomless, stop the
hissin, this is ridiculous
I'm about to get ready and bomb this shit
Raise the thugs wit the heater in the arm for shit
Marijuana when you drive, feel the fogginess
I'm about to cause a war, a cannibalistic thing
Feel this thing, shit, at night, you hear the bang bang
Buckshot is just doin his thang thang
You can see the glare as chains swing
BD get up in the cypher of a shame game to maintain
Watch me now, follow me now
Boot Camp release the leader and I'm sick now
Comin straight for you
[Chorus]
So come with me, come through and lead them through for you and you
Come with me, everybody it's the BDB
You can follow me, follow me, everybody it's the follow BDB
Follow me, everybody, it's the BDB
I said 1, 2, 3, follow it's BD MC, follow me
[Buckshot]
BD drop a hit, that make ya forfeit
Black as that shit thatta make ya cough kid
Drip drop gotta get them niggas off of it
Cuz I'm, dangerous, I remain wit this
Never forgettin them original niggas on my list
Hit me one time, hit me two times
Boogie, how could he, he really thought that I was blind
The light at the end of the tunnel, brought me to the surface
No longer nervous, but now my purpose is
To bomb the world wit BCC, travel through my odyssey
It's gotta be me, if it's gotta be
Let the battle begin, nine o'clock on the dot, set the water start
Slaughter the chart then, the sky's darken
Clouds travel to the rhythm of the violin
Calm the savage beast like Leviathan
INI, many men, said rasta mon na dred
Chalest instead of the Philly, really, see me, BD
Whenever I speak, I get to the point like a TB
What's the deal, what's the deal?
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the BD
You can follow me, follow BDB
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the BDB
You can follow BDI, if you need the God, follow with pride
[Buckshot]
Keep the gun tip by the upper lip
Keep a extra clip, just in case he flip
If I'm high in my ride, then I gotta dip
Quick to losin my composure, but I can't slip
It's been a hard road, and I been walkin this
And did a lot of hustlin to get you off of this
I got a bank roll, grow like fungus
So much money, ya niggas wanna come among us
Live like kings, do our things
But let me tell ya muthafuckas what money brings
Niggas schemin on your rides, schemin on your rings
Target every night, just follow the red beam
It's a mission, and the mission is to stay alive
Shit, the streets don't want me to survive
But I gotta strive
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the BD MC
If you need a God, follow with pride
You can follow it's BDI
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the BD MC
Gotta represent the BCC, gotta represent the Double D
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the BD MC
Gotta represent the BCC, gotta represent the Brooklyn scene
Everybody it's the BD MC
Gotta represent Brooklyn, no doubt
Gotta represent Queensbridge, no doubt
Gotta represent Manhattan, no doubt
Gotta represent Staten Island, no doubt
Gotta represent Chicago, no doubt
Gotta represent L.A., no doubt
Gotta represent Texas, no doubt
Gotta represent in the Lexus, no doubt
[Buckshot]
People say a 'thug' is somethin I shouldn't be
Some say 'death' is somethin I shouldn't see
I had to be me, I had to do what I had to do
Only hung wit niggas who said ";I ain't mad at you, Buck, good";
Now I'm back in the hood, puffin the backwood
Sportin the all black hood, regroup it
Wit my niggas who stay shootin
Now I'm up in ya spot, ready for the lootin
Tell me I'm bug, for sayin I'm a thug
In this new millennium I'mma give you a slug
It's real now, this is how I feel now
Niggas ain't have a reason to kneel down, till now
Shit wanna know, why I'm back in Crow Hill, now?
It's more bills now and everybody real now
So all I wanna do is pop and sip
Roll up and then precede to hit the back of the spliff
And be who I be, T-H-U-G
This is live shit, now this ain't a fuckin movie
Niggas see me and they wanna do me
Shit, not to mention the groupies
That wanna get next to my groups, see
Aw man, it's all over wit
Buck on some wack chauvinistic shit
You see this, when I show you this, muthafucka
[Chorus 2X: Swan]
One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast thatta be the biggest blast ya heard
And thems is my last words
[Buckshot]
When I big my niggas up, everybody give it up
What, thorough from the borough of Brook, we live it up
Mad change, mad bitches givin me brain
Livin this life, of so many years the pain
Of a lotta niggas I lost, beein the boss
Mad niggas jealous of the way, little man floss
So of course, my course of action, is to keep buckin wit passion
Till the muthafuckin last one is standin
When the bomb is landin, everybody knew it was the original man and
Buckshot, The BDI Thug is here, don't ask me shit,
muthafucka watch my stare
[Chorus 2X]
[Swan]
Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? What, nigga holla back
Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on Jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular
We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to Snoop Dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock
In the drop top, headed to the chop shop
Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop
[Chorus 2X]
Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this
You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it
You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this
[Buckshot]
I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding
You a New Jack, this ain't a City
What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my respects
[Tone Cappone]
Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there
All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there
From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack
Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks
We bombin these cats, like U.S. was bombin Iraq
[Chorus 2X]
[Sweet Mellodye]
A real hard head makes a real soft ass
I thought I told these muthafuckas they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch
Fuck that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, bum raps is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit
But it's only a chosen few that can do this shit
I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shit
You know you makin me sick, like the flu and shit
And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit
You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and shit
[Chorus 2X]
[Buckshot]
I'm about to be a millionaire
Money on the street, like doves
Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug
Muthafuckas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay
But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn
I learn, muthafuckas are jealous
Listenin to what they tell us, but don't matter what fellas
I figure this, niggas want Buck to get nigga-rice
Bigger miss, while I'm kickin this
You miss, I can put you on the list, in the studio to make hits
Cuz all it takes is a whip, for you to flip
Jock what I got, clock what I got
But you don't got what I got, watch the block
Listenin to grill chill, make you feel like you wanna get in my shit
Sip my dick, do it straw what for, while you war wit war
War only make money for niggas who think, dummy
You got your window wide open like it's sunny outside
Sleep nigga, boom bye bye
[Chorus: Top Dog Big Kahuna]
Boom bye bye to a sound bwoy in
The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead
Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin end
[Buckshot]
Listen to, me and you
Won On Won like Tek-N-Steele, fuck ya whole crew
Forty millimeter shells in the heater well
Look like ya niggas gotta be the first to bail
Just because ya niggas from jail, just came home
To flip, back up in the jail cell, to sit
And roam, now I got a kite from my little nigga Cappone
Tellin me the jail wars on, I know, I was listenin to po-po
Tell 'em niggas it was on a long time ago
Gather up the firearms to bomb, ring the alarm
Cuz shit get slippery and sweaty palms, so I gotta remain calm
Gather up my thoughts so I don't go wrong
Plan to move too smooth, you think you got me
Weak tar in copy, fake villain, who the fuck you killin?
I'm willin, to bet, you think you in it, but your street is still a vet
Slapped and tried, boom bye bye
[Chorus]
[Buckshot]
Although when I come, I come abstract
Most people get it whenever they play it back
Black or book you read, or a hook you said
BD get stuck up in ya head, say it in the bed
BD, BD, BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin ya bones
But, no matter what, I never break into ya home
Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome
Now, you follow me and you don't ask how
Well, as a leader, I'mma make you play the background
Mercenary, but I'm merciless and when I bust, I bust to hit
Will lie in the mist, and you hear it twist, of somebody cap
Steady bustin in the front, and got hit in the back
Thought it couldn't happen, just cuz you was strappin
Bullets hit the wind, and descend to detonate, target chest plate
Blow up the earthquake, can't wait to demonstrate
The force of the one two roll wit I
Sleep thought you slept, boom bye bye
[Chorus 2X]
[Half A Mill]
Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game
You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet
Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one
From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns
That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue
Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run
Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun
You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done
The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up
A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up
Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up
You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up
Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough
I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff (echo)
[Chorus 2X: Blue Flame (all)]
Yo where my thugs? (right here)
T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets
Soon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heat
And we all true thugs, till we D-I-E
[Swan]
From Crow Hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular
I blow domes for that paper, like a predator
Pack gats, VP, best man, etc.
I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya
I get down for mine, I get crunk
I got that crip black, and got skunk
My niggas bust AR's, 4/5's, and pumps
Shit to make ya body shift, make ya body jump
Take it to the heat, take it to the street
Less they short, ain't no talkin shit, take it to my meat, bitch
You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater
Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar
Sittin on a Beretta, niggas ain't seein this
Wish upon a star, that they can be in this
Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters
Gettin away, I'm on the low, around the way, now
[Chorus 2X]
[Blue Flame]
Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing
Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain
I speak thug slang, only real niggas roll wit me
Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me
Niggas be talkin shit, yeah, but it's all bluff
Only niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus
Believe that, niggas don't come around where we be at
Soon as we see ya face it be like ";Yo, son where the heat at?";
Yo represent where the fuck you from
Cuz when you go back in the hood, them niggas go want to snuff you son
Like Franklin, Nostrum and Utica Avenue
Only blocks I'm namin right now, niggas'll clap at you
Not to mention the block that I'm from
Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun
And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it
T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn I'm sick
[Buckshot]
Real recognize real, Crown Heights to Crow Hill
Pop ya niggas like pills, plus I got mills
What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel
Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill
This is real life shit, thug passion
Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away
UPS thieves, next day package
Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit
And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall
Nigga hold this four-four, you want war? What you think I came for
Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off
Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash
This is it, bitches wanna swallow my dick like Slim Fast
Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a cast
This is it, nigga duck the blast
[Chorus 4X]
[Buckshot:]
Got a call one late night from my nigga Thor
Tellin me Buckshot get ready prepare for war
On the streets I peep em in the swarm technique
So me and my peoples swarm wit heat
When this beef rule number one is dont panic
In the situation where niggas got automatics
And they bustin off
Im about to toss a couple of shots
And bust back at niggaz in parking lots
Even though its dark I know they comin for me
Slowly like a slow leak water dummy
Is you gone bust or is you gone hesitate
Gwone hesitate my niggaz bust and never wait
Nigga its on the war zone set to be loose
In a couple of minutes put the gun inside your goose
[Rock:]
We got adeen souljahs runnin wit us
Either run wit us or run into us
Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door
Boy you asked for it you want beef well heres waaaar
[5Ft:]
Take a closer look at who ya see
No its not a mirage its the Five F-T
Finally here to make my mark
Rhymes in out of the dark in my fatigue wit the dutch
Spark still not
Givin a fuck pull in again and make you do a semi to a tuck
What now your funeral parlor is packed
Everybody vestin on back
All your peoples ready to react
But they not ready for war
Another rest in peace sign blessin your mans name on the side wall
Last man stands last mans to make the call
First man plans first man stand and brawl
And plus Im aiming at yall
Forever bringin in the dominant at 5 foot tall
[Rock:]
We got adeen shorties runnin wit us
Either run wit us or run into us
Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door
Boy you asked for it you want beef well heres waaaar
[Buckshot:]
Through the dusty wind
I must be in
At night move-a quickly on your new mission
Cold-hearted motherfuckers started actin up
Wanna step to Buck load up and get my face cut
For what, a couple of props
Niggas wanted a couple of shots
And dead off the whole block
And put the static up another notch
But peep them fake niggaz by the flocks
They never bust glocks
They front first
Before my niggaz ask you what you want first we bust first
Too many niggaz thirst
Streets aim at me
Bitches throw game at me its a war inside my head but I stay nappy
And my mind-set said to blow
Cuz if the streets is watching, Ima let the streets know
I live by the rule
The rule-a regulate the street survival
Live by the street bible
Guerilla tactics move swiftly through the trees
Fuckin up the head of my enemies
[Rock:]
We got adeen thugs runnin wit us
Either run wit us or run into us
Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door
Boy you asked for it, you wanted beef well heres waar
We got my MFC wit us
Either run wit we or run into us
Claimin its beef but its love when we at your door
[Buckshot]
It was a puff of black smoke, in the air
I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there
Glare, wit no fear, pitch black
Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak
I tried to talk, but my voice is gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me to stand still
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't feel
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin
But then again, when I felt the cold breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in
Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke
I feel the body ain't no joke
So follow me, as I follow him
Into the night, and you can see the light
[Chorus 4X]
I feel like I'm trapped in the world of rap
I feel like I'm trapped
[Buckshot]
Wake up, you can kill the steady talk
We gon' steady walk, where?
First look in the eye of a needle and stare
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else
Cuz it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self
Why equals self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed
Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group
Ain't nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll thick
[Chorus 4X]
[Buckshot]
One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to float
And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And drop it on the topic of the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be peace when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
See I'm ready for head up wit it
Shit it on who? Back in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it
What, the rap music, I know you can't refuse it
But I'm here to tell you that you must lose it
Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go
[Notorious B.I.G:]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range
My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer
[Coolio:]
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the own and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
Start takin care of your own, nigga
Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Chorus]
[Redman:]
It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it
Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches
BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches
I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang
Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change
Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures
Leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch
Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time
While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise
I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur
For all the loooos-errssss
[I'll Al Skratch:]
Aiyyo mayday, mayday
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck the drag, I'm a puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)
So take it easy, let's dance
[Mike:]
It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
When my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?
[? :]
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
[Busta Rhymes:]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe everytime we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin
They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music
I'm fightin up sheisters [? ] with my cyanide
Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next black man
[Buckshot:]
I stepped in the jam with the God on my side
And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride
So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ
Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Putting your shit in the pave Hitting them mean with the guage
Me Lil' Lay with Rip, Kray, Straight Gotta blaze them a's
And never to taste Bone me deadly thugstas, thuggish ruggish never to take no losses
Put em all in a coffin get dearly departed better off there
Reliving the psychopath and down with the bucking blast, and taking my chance
Cause when you get near my sawed off who gone be rest, to pass the blast cause if
Ya thinking of kicking these ya best be packing yo sit to b's that it makes a difference I'm
Moving yo ass with the quickness
Now Krayzie Bone is rip (buck, buck, buck) fucking once It ain't a nigga to pick up
A pen to be ripping the skin to send it down to the mac 10 there's never another to cover
The brother I smother the sucka and move undercover be leaving them niggaz as they go
And take cover, but throwing, and doing a second murder.
The street sweeper would it make or break
Cause me pulling outta yo pot which shot putting the
Bullets just where ya touch and ummm whippedy tet,
Tet, tet, tet, tet with the bo, bo, bo deppedy dup betta
[Swan]
I invited you to the club so what, so what
Don't mean you gotta hang all up under me
You a big girl don't act out, word up
Cuz you ain't gonna gain no clout, no doubt
I know you wanna be wit me, but I
Stay single and remain mingle and
Cuz there's so many out jinglin, oh my God
So I guess time will tell what's out there for Swan
To move it on, is what you always say to me
That's what I always do, but you still pagin me
What's the deal? You ask keep it real, so it be
But I come to find out that got at least three
More 'fro's that you braidin, on the D-L
So I guess it's time for me to bounce the ball like Sprewell
See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove
But you showin Swan, ain't that much love
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time
[Chorus: Jessica Darby]
Take your time, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your time
[Buckshot]
Listen up quick, baby jink
Gotta lotta shit to get wit, stuck in the game and I can't
I'm thinkin of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool, to see a fan when I'm on the spot
Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got the bomb and my shit's boomin
I'm leavin your room in, no space
If you wanna make a mistake, get up in my face
Talkin about, yo I gotta be off
Pause, just because you wanna get up in my drawers
You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back
Just because you stack, now you wanna act
Like you know you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze
About to hit you wit the good law special
Why did you, how could you, get upset
When I said my money comes first, I bet
You don't know, that I gotta lotta shit on my mind
So before I fall off, momma said
[Chorus]
[Swan]
You wanna know why I be trippin when I hear her name
Cuz every rider in the hood, know she all about game
See me on the block, she ask me where I been
She know where I been, probably tryin to cash in
See me in the Vibe, see me in The Source
Got my act together, she see me on floss
Now you wanna fuck me, slow down girl
I used to wanna fuck you, but I been around the world
I seen the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for? You exceedin
Definitely speedin, slow down girl
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time
[Chorus]
[Buckshot]
Now you wanna stress me out, you put me on a route til my hair fall out
Now what's that all about? I'mma bob and weave
Duck ya bullshit, see Buck ain't up, fuck ya bullshit
Bitch, tellin me my style was a fluke
Cuz I wouldn't give you boots, and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin wit my niggas and bustin it out
I'm BDI, you could tell by the vision I use
I see you fake bitches for blocks, I never snooze
See she wanna put me on cruise
Set me on a straight path, what about I had to laugh at her
Cuz I ain't gon' fall, runnin around talkin about New York
Check this out, now she ready to brawl
I got a call from the C.O.P., tellin me to stand tall
Caught me in the mall wit all, my homies wit me
Shorty had to be on the scale of one to three
Damn, a dime, but whatever poppa said, BDI, you gotta
[Intro: Kardinal Offishall]
Buckshot! Kardinal Offishall! Havoc! Yeah!
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Just got a text from the next side of town
From Kardinal, sayin Buck it's goin down (Down)
I replied with a vow, set it off as soon as I touch down
Now, I'm the problem child, my solution I should move crowds
Huh! Tell me how ya like this
Or better yet tell me how I could write this
Tonight miss I'm a get cha opin wide
One step two step we both could slide
Off to the rear or off with your gear
Or off in your ear it's the boss in your ear
[Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall]
Tip glass like how Kardinal tip scales
Fat knot in the socks 'case Buck needs bail
Smirnoff in the system like the Hip Hop
Police takin aim tryin to shut down the game
People takin flicks but we move with the same
Hoodied up in the shadow night life knows my name
Similiar to Batman call me Bruce Wayne
But my wings made of fire, inhale the smoke
No joke easy to provoke Kardi to chill
Those who move in silence harder to kill
I take two sips and recline like Biggie
In the throne, tell Luchino Godfather home
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
[Bridge: Kardinal Offishall]
Crooklyn to di middle dot O
BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo
Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio
A who a run this see yuh already know
Crooklyn to di middle dot O
BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo
Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio
Oh! Buckshot yuh already know
[Verse 3: Buckshot]
I'm, smooth like a Benz if I'm on new rims
If I swim, no fins, I go in (in)
Shorty's a ten, I'm two of them
So that's a dub, come again
T-Dot, he got these spots on lock
He by the bar, we by the spot
You might see me or might not
It depends if you got friends that want a shot
[Verse 4: Kardinal Offishall]
I woke up in the morning, microphone in my hand
Bottle in the other grip like a Somalia chip
Tryna take all the contents, bad bwoy sense
Before Konvict, I ain't gotta con-vince
To Google me type "Rude Bwoy Karma"
Better than New Jack guy in the {? }
Brothers with handshakes, cousin with the llama
Son of a good man, still walk with armor, ya honor
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks
Can't waste time, my mind screwed up
Tip that glass up, don't front now
You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how
[Outro: Kardinal Offishall]
Crooklyn to di middle dot O
BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo
Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio
A who a run this see yuh already know
Crooklyn to di middle dot O
BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo
Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio
Oh! Buckshot yuh already know
[Buckshot]:
Yeah uh, yup yup, Duck Down, Konvict
T-Dot, BK all day, we do this like...
Killin nonsense, here we go like
Uh, in stereo like, this
Yeah, Buckshot in the ear
Konvict in the ear
Kardinal Offishall like yeah
... Buck...
Bucktown, Boot Camp everyday oh...
[Intro: Rock]
Pardon us for the inconvenience
Due to some unfortunate circumstances
My black ass couldn't make to the first album
You see, the punk ass police had my ass locked down,
while it was goin down
Operation Lockdown is goin from the bottom to the top now
All ya punk muthafuckas, how that sound?
[Buckshot]
It all started out, one night
When I got the call from my nigga Rock
Son, I need a glock, it's twelve o'clock
But, fuck the hour, my nigga need fire power
Callin the General, to the circle to supply the need
Roll the weed, get high, let the smoke block my eye
High degree, steady regulatin P.D.R.
Permanent Dick Ridin niggas get in your car
Muthafuck them niggas that's playin the bar
My niggas playin you close, you play my niggas far
Superstar wit a glass jaw, easily broke
Hit, hit by the rubber grip, easily toke
Got psyched motherfucker cause you saw my height
Got rocked by my nigga Rock floored you right
It's some shit that's gon' happen, if it happen tonight
Crossover niggas might see the crossover light
[Rock]
Oh, oh, oh, who want to test y'all
The R.O.C.K.N.E Double S, yo
I stress to ya before, you want beef, we only set war
We'll be dressed like monks, lickin in front ya door wit four-fours
I miss ya last time, I was locked up
So flruck on ya punk ass coppers, hard rock niggas I got ya
Me and B.D. we B.C.C., tell O.G.C., parle, this one's a freebie
Fake g's please, I love you like it was your twelfth birthday
Street sweeps like beast Tuesday and Thursday
Sting ya like my sign do, I'ma Scorpio
Ask your girl, she oughta know, I make her horny-o
[talking]
[Buckshot]
Click, click, booyao! How you like us now
Brook-lan, weed style, shorty wanna fuck
But she ain't see me in a while, but it's aight
Shit I'm fuckin anyway, you know what scorpion's like
We like big asses and freaks that's wit it
The one's that never argue when it's time to hit it
This little nappy headed bitch tried to stick me for a G
Fake stripper, hit my pockets while she rided me
Shit felt like a nigga want to cum in his pants
Didn't know I had my gun in my pants
Grabbed my shit, gun on her thigh
Looked in the eye, "Pass me my money, so you're trick ass don't die"
I ain't a playa, I ain't a pimp, you a thug-a-don
Walk straight, while them niggas lift
Fuck them fake pretty niggas, my name on blimps
Poison in my tail leave them niggas hence
[talking]
[Rock]
You seen my Boot Camp, now peep my Magnum Force, muthafuckas
Dirtiest Players in the Game, ask your mother
I fuck her, dug her for a buck, and love the booty
And she told me, exactly where to find you g
Plus your girl Sleepin in my Bed like Dru Hill
You know she messin wit my head to, what shoe fill
We don't give a wiggy, what about your feelings and morals
Don't like it, you can get a dick up in your oral
So stop flauntin, you three wannabes want beef, why?
Cuz the three chicks you punks want, want me
Wit my bummy ass, you need to be shame
That's cuz I'm straight up, and y'all run to much game
And they love the fact that I'm skinny and hit like them cops be
Combos have, even my foes screamin Rocky
Rocky, Rocky, he's the greatest, you can't stop me
You're copied, you come out, sloppy
You're shocked g, about the fuck up
We beat that ass for fun, my whole crews Rude like Rick the Ravishin
I ain't askin ya enough, and I'm comin thru blastin and snuffin
Get clapped in the budgets, for actin and frontin
So stop bluffin muthafuckas
[Outro]
See, that's the most high dimensional
Muthafuckin mind of the scorpion
God damn, float like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion
"Here comes the pitch .. and it comes in wide.
And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson.
Billy Martin.. "
[Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[Special Ed]
Panic, as another manic depressive
adolescent, stares at death, now what's left
When there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide; so let the drama, slide
We don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered
last year alone, in the Dead Zone
Walk straight, but don't walk late
Cause I'm comin with a hate only made, from what it made me
Cause nobody ever played me
Now it's, only gettin worse, Buckshot and Ase
in the land of the waste, kickin you in your face
[Masta Ase]
We be doin it up Crooklyn STYYYYYYLE
What does it take to get you WILLLLLLD
My mentality is gettin iller, killer
instinct that's tryin to infiltrate, but wait
I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in
My mindstate's the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind
Because it is, survival of the fittest
when the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand
Black man with the permanent tan
I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn
[Buckshot]
I'm feelin another part of reality
Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.
Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building
I mean literally when I say I make a killing
for my cypher, see I'm feenin to bust a piper
Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter
Do or die, I'm sayin it's you and I
Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly
Peace to C.I. and the Bush
Might even see Ruck and the Rock givin the push
[Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[Masta Ase]
We did it like that, and now we do it like this
We did it like that, and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just, think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm
that makes all the homeboys swarm
Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can
Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uhh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-Car kid, there you are
[Special Ed]
You know where to find me, whenever you need me
If you know the Ave., follow the path
to the land of the aftermath
but don't frolic in the midst, crazy ass Crooklyn kids
Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn
I'm gettin a Rott-weiler, without a collar
Get off my block boy and give me a dollar
for the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble
[Buckshot]
Let's take a sec to think back, the year of the seven-oh
When Brooklyn was the place to go
Flow, on a journey up to Crown Heights
Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life
Trife, individuals live in the PJ's
Dee Evil, check my DJ
Hey, play what I wanna play in the day
But in the night, I feel the right took a left
Bucktown, Brooklyn break it down
Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate
How it, tapped Scott and Sutter
I remember way back in the days playin hot peas and butter
Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
[Special Ed]
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
for your bucks, Masta Ase, has the taste
for ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga
Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones
While I kick some ancient poems, through your domes
'Act went back, to attack your homes
So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)
I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man
[Masta Ase]
Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger
Uh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger?
I think I seen em wearin Timberlands and runnin down the block
from D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock
Cause he be sellin rock for the Partridge Family
And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E
And he be pimpin Chrissy from Three's Company
Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry
This is a 70's thing from the days
when kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn
[Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[repeats as sports dialogue fades in]
"Robinson waits, here comes the pitch..
And there goes a line drive to left field
Waters? after it, he leaps and it's over his head
Against the wall.. and ? scores
[talking: 2Pac]
Watch me
Wipe em scared
Why is it that we gotta be
(Watch your back)
Contactin niggaz in the cemetery
Funeral homes
Buried
Seein' all my homiez burried
Moms all worried and shit
Why is so many black brothaz dyin
One day we can all be together smokin weed gettin high
Maybe in our dreams over sheds is reality
Wheres your family at?
Niggaz say one love
Fuck one Love nigga
One Nation
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now it's time for
Retaliation, perpetrating get you punished, how could you
Cross the nigga that put food inside your stomach?
Watch me
Point the pussy out the crowd time to pay for
Past discretions, never learned your lessons in this deadly war
Let's explore the possibilities, them niggas killing me
Head all busted
Over this trick nigga I trusted, now it's
Hard to figure knew this nigga for eternity
And, never in my deepest thoughts figured he could turn on me
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
So many to choose from
Niggas close to me I wonder how I lose them (How I lose one)
Maybe because I put them on the podium before me (Oh yes)
I use to think that's how it should be
Until them niggas cross me, it's different now (Different now)
Bitches wait until I got cold (Turn it up)
And told a boldfaced lie (Lie)
But still I never asked why (Turn it up) (Why?)
I keep stepping with my weapon on queue
Cause now I got my eye on you (Got my eyes on you)
Before my crew, remember how you do
Now you want to pursue
The B.D Buck just because your jealous as a motherfucker (Jealous as a
Motherfucker)
[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun & 2Pac]
Every man has a right to decide his, own destiny
In the end it's
And in this judgment there is, no partiality
So arm in arms (Arm in arms)
We fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)
Overcome all the troubles
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight) (Your fight is my fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
What you gonna do?
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now if my memory serves me justly
I showed you love but you the same one that tried to fuck me
And now I got this pistol pointed at your mouth, ready to squeeze
You see, snitching is an epidemic killing disease
Exit
Throw your gun away, take your time, free your mind
Forget about the crime, and it will all go away in time
My information strictly based on niggas faces
Past cases with the law, plus a life of living raw
Brothaz at arms
[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun & 2Pac]
Every man has a right to decide his, own destiny
In the end it's
And in this judgment there is, no partiality
So arm in arms (Arm in arms)
We fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)
And that's the only way to
Overcome all the troubles
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
(What? Say what?)
Let's get it on now
[talking: Steele]
My fight is your fight, we could do this all day and all night
So I tell you what, One Nation, we gon' set up this plantation
This foundation, and we gon' take it to the real enemy
The one who ain't a friend of me
The one, the war continues, the struggle continues
[Buckshot]
Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av.
You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core
Brother, you better check the shit I got in store
Cuz, what I got in store keeps me ready for the war
W-A-R, R-A-W raw, I saw more than the average citizen
Shit is in style, fuck a ass til it smile
BDI, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be in
Meditation, constant concentration
When I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death row
Time to flow on another mission Buck, no diggity
Let's go, my dignity, when police be friskin me
Like you found the burner on the BD MC
But, non cypher, 10%, what you gonna do, represent
When you raise your glock, but me and my niggas on the top
[Chorus]
What you really need is
What you really need is
All you really need is breath control
Breath control, breath control, breath control
What you really need is breath control
[Buckshot]
If I said it once, I'll say it again
When all them punk niggas think they ready to spin
Step up, and you can get your melon crushed
Just like the rush from a train, I'll dissect ya frame in half
Raise my Duck Down staff as my microphone blow ya out the frame
All the way back, zone is the way of my walkin
Down the block, Buckshot, rock a nigga head off, get off
Or I'm gon' set it off from the south to the north
East, west, and we can all get it on, word is bond
Shit is like that, write that in your memory bank
Boot Camp Clik, thank, you for tellin me you read misses in your mind
Stupid, now I'mma hit ya mentality from behind
I know you're not alone in your zone
So I'mma enter your fuckin cypher where you roam
And turn your house into my home, just cuz I'm the ruler
Sun ruler, school a nigga, while you try to fool a original crook
We never stop thinkin, minds constantly on the move to keep it linkin
Like chains, you know we maintain, what?
Boot Camp Clik represent nigga, we don't give a fuck
[Chorus 2X]
[Buckshot]
It's easy, listenin to Buckshot, while I rock knots
Guarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya niggas who
Try to step to, Buck, the BDB, plus I hold my rep too
Fuck, I'm just a nigga you can listen to
Clear, you can understand every word you supposed to
See 'babble' is a word in your vocabulary
Not mind, nigga, when I rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpion
Got you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in him
Always loose, never win, I'm developin
A brand new bomb to set the blow
To let all them niggas know
[Swan]
Ah, heard ya niggas wanna murder we
Huh, what? Probably you never heard that we
Droppin bombs, who that be? Mr. Swan
Here to kill our rivals on CD-ROM
Be, Generals ST & BD, bout to make history, just like graffiti
You can't fuck wit it, it's the topic
So wit no further adieu, please drop it
[Buckshot]
Frustration, builds upon the master of the ceremony
The master of the ceremony, is the M.C. on stage
But, if it's BDI, then you'll be in a daze
Trapped in my double D, like you in a maze
The God Don Rullian, said word is bond, BD it's time to shine
So my number one role is to get rid of the swine
Devil in the blue dress, wit the brooder finesse
The black robe and the black vest
[Steele]
Oh, someone whose quick to come around you
Leave from around you, then they talk about you
Someone constantly try to down you
Get down and then they try to hound you
You can't fuck wit a nigga like that
Can't fuck wit us, cuz our shit's so phat
Fit like a cold frigid iceberg sittin in the freezer
Be the one's makin your spot hot like the heater
Watch me K.I.M. wit the speed of a cheetah
Me and my sons, like DJ'in wit them Adidas
Soarin, tourin, over the bullshit
So you know the camp that you can't fuck wit
[Chorus x6]
You can't fuck wit us
[Buckshot]
What's that shit, it's some shit called jealousied
I think it's airborne, so I cover up my mouth and eyes
When I get around mad niggas, up in the club, downin mad liquor
As they drink, I proceed to think
whose the first one to make the comment
That, Buck ain't shit, behind my back
The God ST predicted this shit, I'm sick of this shit
It's two many niggas on my licorice shit
Sweatin BDI for a flick, but you can't fuck wit this, nigga
[Steele]
Considerin everything that I'd been through
Got me lookin for someone else to get into
To satisfy my needs, but ain't no satisfyin greed
So it seems what I need is all mental
In the struggle I strive to keep my eyes on the prize
But the prize keeps missin my reach
I realize, that the closer I get, the further it seems
Am I wide awake, or am I livin the dreams
I see myself in the big scheme, elevatin
Me and my fam will amount to many great things
So don't think you can fuck wit us, you can't fuck wit us
[Chorus to fade]
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