|
(Chorus x2: Buckshot) |
|
It's just a day with another night |
|
Another pray for another life |
|
Another wrong with another right |
|
Strong when I'm on this mic |
|
Cuz it's always, a lot of confusion |
|
(Buckshot) |
|
Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80 |
|
Record company niggaz are shady, baby |
|
Definetly, never maybe, or have to be |
|
A pain in the ass, like '**** you, pay me' |
|
Crazy, picture me slippin', like a broke transmition |
|
I got both positions, I own both the missions |
|
I wrote poems for commissions |
|
I'm the leader for the squad, when the Gods |
|
In a hard perdicament, like |
|
Got a hot group, but need they contracts right |
|
Or got jerked for your publishing last fight |
|
Now you wanna act tight, let me give you advice |
|
It don't matter if you that nice |
|
Cuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhyme |
|
Sign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signed |
|
Right now, I know you wanna get yours |
|
I'm out my prime, so I got to get mine before I'm out my mind |
|
(Chorus x2) |
|
(Buckshot) |
|
Let's keep it real, y'all niggaz know the deal |
|
Rap on your LP's and don't own 'em still |
|
Don't own 'em, chill, don't it feel |
|
Foul, don't own your LP, but you own your bills, now |
|
Everybody got a story to tell, or glory to sale |
|
But alotta niggaz bore me to hell |
|
That's why the number one question |
|
Where's Buck? Get the number one answer |
|
Here, let's hear it up, listen up |
|
Yeah, I'm back with the hounds, ridin' round |
|
Cuz the hill look deep when you slidin' down, how that sound? |
|
I'm from the Crown, plus parts unknown |
|
Everybody who met me, took a part of me, home |
|
Cuz I be fool droppin', never was with crew hoppin' |
|
It's the true topic, that'll have y'all fools watchin' |
|
Dudes stoppin', in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minute |
|
Whose that, that's Buck, what the ****? |
|
(Chorus x2) |
|
(Buckshot) |
|
From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemy |
|
In the end it'll be, who got it, who don't, who want it, let's see |
|
Niggaz say that underground shit |
|
Like they don't want chips, yeah right, they don't want chips? |
|
Let's get this straight, underground of '93 and '94 |
|
Ain't the underground of '98, I see it's too late |
|
For y'all to relate, so **** it |
|
I left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eight |
|
And y'all can talk about me and them streets |
|
Ain't shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streets |
|
Back on my grind, this week, spread your little rumors |
|
I'ma shut up, and this nine gon' speak |
|
All y'all internet freaks and click-on thugs |
|
On my web, get off my dick, you get no love |
|
This ain't face, but I faith in the snub |
|
After failin' with my OJ glove, show 'nuff, cuz |
|
(Chorus x2) |