[Buckshot]
Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
Suckers want to flow but they got no show
So I'mma grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
Buckshot's the one that gets the job done
Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set
Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret
No holds barred, and complete move fakers
Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
If she's a crab I'mma diss her then slide
If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side
Word to God, here I come so make way
Rugged and raw, killing your set every day
Microphone check 1, 2, here we go
And I'mma let you know, who got the flow
Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon
Suckers keep stepping, cause I'mma let you know
[Black Moon]
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
[Buckshot]
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie
From the 60's, but I'mma get paid from the 90's
Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie
Kicking flavor, with my Life Saver techniques
Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks
Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay then chill
See I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing
This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting
The ones who tried to diss and pose high? Oh no
Just cause you had 'lo, see now I got dough
And I'm paid out my rectum, meaning my backbone
Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome
Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do
Guess and 'Lo, from head to toe to let you know
[Black Moon]
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
[Buckshot]
I'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega
Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy
When I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy"
I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey"
But now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me
I'm sort of like a Chevy, heavy when I bumrush
You'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed
Sucker - cause I'mma set it off with one shot
One trigger, one nigga, 'nuff heads drop
Don't even try to play me out cause static
Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic
Rip the set, my friend's mad tight
Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype
Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos
Yo, and I'mma let you know
[Black Moon]
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
[Buckshot]
One, two, melody shows
And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing
Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty
Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40
Never ever ever get played: KILL THAT
Bust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
E loop the hook and, your whole beat's tooken'
Must take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man
Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam
Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose
When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze
Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie
Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me
Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers
Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper
Keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted 'fro
And I'mma let you know...
[Black]
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
Who got the props? (come on!)
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! (come on!)
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