Buckshot Album

[No lyrics]

[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
Gotta represent you can't get wit this, when I flex wit this

[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

[Chorus]

[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] [x2]

[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]

[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 x4]
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 x4]

[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

[Chorus to fade]

[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 x2: 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 x2]

[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 x4]

[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 x4]

[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]
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
Nuthin to prove

[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

[Chorus to fade]

[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 x2]

[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

[Chorus to fade]

[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 x2]

[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 x2]
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 x2]

[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 x2]

[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 x2: 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 x2]