wit me 'Cause I'll hurt you And I will learn you a thing or two And I'll hurt you And I'll finish your career for you, I'll Catch you niggas and snatch
the rug of your choice While it muffles your voice Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I
it, iron tested Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected Think back, I was requested by God I shall lead as I was directed Demand to be king, I
I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother But I kick it with Petey cause
wit lust an' then I'll take your soul like a Holy touch The tat on my arm's like the rhymes I write 'cuz Armageaddon rivals life Give my hype I might bust
', you supposed to represent Not only get money, you supposed to represent What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy? Really now, how far did you think you
flow That'll swallow if you theoretical thinkin' that you can get some I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow With the speed of a Bugatti (Let's go) I
I'm only sayin' You're the record gettin' played and I'm DJ'in Playin' you, playin' you, and playin' you Decayin' you, I'm tyin' and breakin' you You
my nigga Keith in the place takin' charge Word up you?ll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder You?re deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of Kickin
to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it
back to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad
look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss you Man, I should go
I was about to but I need a shoehorn) Why's that? (Cos these shoes always hurt my corn) Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes Roots crew, you're on Uh
teenagers, we raisin the stakes What'cha know about words I throw around When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm proud (This is what I
If I don't respect you I'm ah check you And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you Right before I wet' chu I sneeze on tracks an' bless you I'm special
