[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killin every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
Cause I`m a sick-ass nigga with no brains
Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains
Any thought I think, you blink and drink death
So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left
5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you`re still through
Yo nigga, where`s my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot`s in the house and you know my name
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Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`
Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`
Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`
I`m the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick
Pass the automatic, I`m about to flip
And spray niggas with my vocal ( ? )
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
And when I roll mad deep niggas back off
Fuckin with Buckshot it`s blood you cough
I don`t laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I chocke a stunt if it`s beef she want
So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe
And her nigga, triggers I`m addicted to
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
You`re wack, face the fact, you`re all on my jock
Till the ehm tic-toc, I don`t pop
So yo make way so I can make my day
I`m fonky but you`re Pepe Le Pew
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[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you`re talkin mad shit
If you`re really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Here`s your choice cause my voice`ll break backbones and necks
Who`s next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake
Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
I`m no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I`m a full-course meal, you`re a one-dollar Hero
I`m sorta like the mob when I get a job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in
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