| Buckshot rock niggas like kicks
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| Sport hoes like clothes
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| Cock back the double barrel, used to be broke like an arrow
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| Walk a real narrow, path, you don’t know the half
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| Nigga you ain’t do the math, add up
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| As I bag up, weed from the stash
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| Win the war, throw the flag up
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| Course right, fuck beein quit
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| I’ma blast thru the nuzzle of my gun, first, then burst
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| When you see the worst, it was Buckshot
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| Little Tazmanian, black Damien
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| Purpose is to pull the plug and shoot the enemy inside the mug
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| Like what, Buck never gave a fuck
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| One-Two
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| Aiyo One-Two---- Redman
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| Thru the mist of the black smoke
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| One toke, take a hit, inhale in some real ill shit
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| What you about to deal with is the worst in here
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| I’m 5 foot 4, raw little nightmare
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| Givin heavy not a light stare
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| Concentrate to hit my target on sight
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| Now who gon get it tonight
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| A few bitches on my list now
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| A few niggas get me pissed now, but who gon get dissed now
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| First, I kick a verse for them niggas that thurst for the liquid
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| When I kick it, check it
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| True soldier, started as a teen in rap thing
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| Now I’m like the rap Don King
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| Blastin thru the city with, no car
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| While you drivin your city whip, where ya jar nigga?
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| The problem is you didn’t listen when I warned you
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| Now I took five step, now I’mma lawn you
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| Evaluated, elevated, escalated, exellerated
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| Even became more educated
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| Comin thru fully equiped, stick it to the script
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| Prepare for battle and war, causin the enemy to abandon ship
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| It’s my turn to burn, the flame I desent like the sun
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| And catch rip with or against anyone
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| The heat is on, as knowledge is beein born
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| Creatin that electrical magnetic dorm
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| Consistant combagin, do you really think you can fuck with
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| This intelligent team of destruction
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| Forever buildin and destructin
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| Maintainin balance in our cypher
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| Keepin a more flammable fluid than in your lighter
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| Got enough energy to incite ya, excite ya
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| Yeah, I’m here to take ya higher to the Messiah
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| And get my earth wind & fire, Devil’s a lier
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| You best to beware of the soul buyer
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| Better drive the lead ya to damnation, cancelation
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| But every good is duck this God right creation
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| My get down is all in my mans for the station
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| Bring ya four universal greatings which be peace
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| Travel worldwide, leavin my mark in the east
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| Many fakes and frauds be gettin applauded
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| At least ya brain weight, that of distorted
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| Got my peoples reachin it when they can’t afford it
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| Forgetten the true factors of life
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| I’m bringin this drum thru my windpipe
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| My shit is mad tight
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| Shinin the true light, boastin ya adreneline
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| To take flight, Power Universals out of sight
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| Hah! |