| Jump up
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| All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
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| I’m bringin it back, back to the original crook
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| Flippin the hook like flippin a book
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| Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
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| It’s time for Buck cause you’re dead and stinkin
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| The original comin through with the boogaloo
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| What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
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| Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
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| And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack
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| You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
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| Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
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| So ease out, selector, play that shit
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| For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
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| For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
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| And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
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| So polly I’ma give you every page
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| Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage
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| Jump up
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| (Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
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| If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I’m with it
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| Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it
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| From the front — ugh, from the back — ugh
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| Load the clip, hit em up with the back in his fuckin back
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| You better run, fucker
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| The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
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| Buckshot, come test me if you wan dead
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| And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
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| So I can see shit slow
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| I’m bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
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| A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch
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| I own the flow, you know I mastered it
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| What, picture a nigga droppin me
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| Ain’t shit stoppin me, you’re cockin me
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| I’ve shown I’m prone to plastic niggas
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| At the count of three squeeze your trigger
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| On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook
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| From the (?), after hook, after hook
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| You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
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| Ack Like U Want It, ain’t a damn thing funny
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| Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
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| Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson |