[{"id":9314816,"name":"Freestyle","trackName":"Freestyle","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"War Zone Revisited","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro:)\nSee that shit right here\nFeel that nigga Buckshot\nListen this is the realest muthafuckin herb\nThis is called Freestyle\nFor all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit\nDon't know what's goin now\nListen close, this is called a freestyle\n\n(Buckshot)\nA lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)\nI hear it everyday on my block\nI heard you did a album with 2Pac\nYeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop\nAnd what not, watch the spot get blown\nTwo heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka\nI'm in the zone\nBaby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone\nThe don king of rap sittin on the throne\nJuice truck, who's that? that's Buck\nRepresentin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be\nBen Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank\nStrong arm them niggas with shanks\nYou better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard\nReal niggas know shit stink\n\n(break)\n\n(Buckshot)\nAll my jewels cost a arm and a leg\nSmoke shit right to the head\nNuff said, I'mma speak this\nLoud voice, no choice muthafucka\nI'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru\nI give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too\nGot a mink too, platinum too\nBuck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too\nGet that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too\nPut the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too\nWhat the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit\nI just can't stop it\nDon't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle\nJust like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs\nNigga what?\nYou get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga\nI ain't no joke\n\n(break)\n\n(Buckshot)\nBuck's no joke, I'm like smoke\nHere I come creepin thru the door\nSeepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores\nBuck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka\nGet ya clean the floor\nSee I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic\nGotta be on tour with the mic\nRollin up the black from dust to dust\nBuck is like a burner, cock back and bust\nFour clip, ready for the bullshit\nAs soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit\nDon't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate\nIf he die it's fates, if it don't wait\nNigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga\nI'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo\nFuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho\nAt my show, nigga what\nYou get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit\nI ain't the one to fuck with","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freestyle\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: War Zone Revisited\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro:)\n  See that shit right here\n  Feel that nigga Buckshot\n  Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb\n  This is called Freestyle\n  For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit\n  Don't know what's goin now\n  Listen close, this is called a freestyle\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)\n  I hear it everyday on my block\n  I heard you did a album with 2Pac\n  Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop\n  And what not, watch the spot get blown\n  Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka\n  I'm in the zone\n  Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone\n  The don king of rap sittin on the throne\n  Juice truck, who's that? that's Buck\n  Representin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be\n  Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank\n  Strong arm them niggas with shanks\n  You better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard\n  Real niggas know shit stink\n\n  (break)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  All my jewels cost a arm and a leg\n  Smoke shit right to the head\n  Nuff said, I'mma speak this\n  Loud voice, no choice muthafucka\n  I'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru\n  I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too\n  Got a mink too, platinum too\n  Buck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too\n  Get that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too\n  Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too\n  What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit\n  I just can't stop it\n  Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle\n  Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs\n  Nigga what?\n  You get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga\n  I ain't no joke\n\n  (break)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke\n  Here I come creepin thru the door\n  Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores\n  Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka\n  Get ya clean the floor\n  See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic\n  Gotta be on tour with the mic\n  Rollin up the black from dust to dust\n  Buck is like a burner, cock back and bust\n  Four clip, ready for the bullshit\n  As soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit\n  Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate\n  If he die it's fates, if it don't wait\n  Nigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga\n  I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo\n  Fuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho\n  At my show, nigga what\n  You get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit\n  I ain't the one to fuck with\n"},{"id":9290794,"name":"Freestyle","trackName":"Freestyle","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"War Zone","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro:)\nSee that shit right here\nFeel that nigga Buckshot\nListen this is the realest muthafuckin herb\nThis is called Freestyle\nFor all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit\nDon't know what's goin now\nListen close, this is called a freestyle\n\n(Buckshot)\nA lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)\nI hear it everyday on my block\nI heard you did a album with 2Pac\nYeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop\nAnd what not, watch the spot get blown\nTwo heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka\nI'm in the zone\nBaby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone\nThe don king of rap sittin on the throne\nJuice truck, who's that? that's Buck\nRepresentin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be\nBen Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank\nStrong arm them niggas with shanks\nYou better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard\nReal niggas know shit stink\n\n(break)\n\n(Buckshot)\nAll my jewels cost a arm and a leg\nSmoke shit right to the head\nNuff said, I'mma speak this\nLoud voice, no choice muthafucka\nI'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru\nI give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too\nGot a mink too, platinum too\nBuck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too\nGet that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too\nPut the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too\nWhat the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit\nI just can't stop it\nDon't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle\nJust like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs\nNigga what?\nYou get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga\nI ain't no joke\n\n(break)\n\n(Buckshot)\nBuck's no joke, I'm like smoke\nHere I come creepin thru the door\nSeepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores\nBuck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka\nGet ya clean the floor\nSee I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic\nGotta be on tour with the mic\nRollin up the black from dust to dust\nBuck is like a burner, cock back and bust\nFour clip, ready for the bullshit\nAs soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit\nDon't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate\nIf he die it's fates, if it don't wait\nNigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga\nI'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo\nFuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho\nAt my show, nigga what\nYou get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit\nI ain't the one to fuck with","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freestyle\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: War Zone\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro:)\n  See that shit right here\n  Feel that nigga Buckshot\n  Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb\n  This is called Freestyle\n  For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit\n  Don't know what's goin now\n  Listen close, this is called a freestyle\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)\n  I hear it everyday on my block\n  I heard you did a album with 2Pac\n  Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop\n  And what not, watch the spot get blown\n  Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka\n  I'm in the zone\n  Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone\n  The don king of rap sittin on the throne\n  Juice truck, who's that? that's Buck\n  Representin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be\n  Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank\n  Strong arm them niggas with shanks\n  You better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard\n  Real niggas know shit stink\n\n  (break)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  All my jewels cost a arm and a leg\n  Smoke shit right to the head\n  Nuff said, I'mma speak this\n  Loud voice, no choice muthafucka\n  I'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru\n  I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too\n  Got a mink too, platinum too\n  Buck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too\n  Get that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too\n  Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too\n  What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit\n  I just can't stop it\n  Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle\n  Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs\n  Nigga what?\n  You get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga\n  I ain't no joke\n\n  (break)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke\n  Here I come creepin thru the door\n  Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores\n  Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka\n  Get ya clean the floor\n  See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic\n  Gotta be on tour with the mic\n  Rollin up the black from dust to dust\n  Buck is like a burner, cock back and bust\n  Four clip, ready for the bullshit\n  As soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit\n  Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate\n  If he die it's fates, if it don't wait\n  Nigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga\n  I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo\n  Fuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho\n  At my show, nigga what\n  You get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit\n  I ain't the one to fuck with\n"},{"id":9290753,"name":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","trackName":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Diggin' in dah Vaults","duration":341.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nSometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\nBuckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\nNon stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\nSo I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\nNiggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\nWhatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\nLet's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\nWith my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\nBecause I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\nBreak you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\nFill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\nNigga, don't try to fight back\nYou be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\nI heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\nBecause I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\nType shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\nUps, ups, and aways wes goes\nI can rock the mic because I got mad flows\nLike, this, that, dilly, dally\nLast time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\nIn the alley, right up the anal\nShe was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\nMy type of ass like the glass filled with grass\nWhen I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\nNiggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\nAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\nI go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\nNiggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\nI thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\nOn the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\nTo all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\nNiggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\nSlapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\nYour gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\nGive a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\nSo yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n(5FT.)\nBack up off this little trip\nTo pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\nSo, don't you dare, press your luck\nThe war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\nFlip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\nCuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\nPrefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\nI blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\nWhen I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\nBust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\nAs I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\nI'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\nAnd with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\nOf jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\nAs I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\nOne time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\nIt's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\nI went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\nKeep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\nJust a little bit, of my lyrical skills\nWhen I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\nAnd I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n(Buckshot)\nInside of the mind, I see\nI'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\nCuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\nIn your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\nAlways break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\nNiggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\nLook at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\nI'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\nLike my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\nYo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\nA nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\nWord up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\nAnd all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\nWe grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\nNiggaz on two-third, word up, served\nWhen we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\nWe never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\nNiggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\nAnd niggaz pulled out knives and razors\nBut we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\nRight to the head, now pull, nigga\nI'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\nOn the block, to park the yard\nNiggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\nWhy, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\nWhat? And I'mma catch you down\nWhen I hit you with the push in the mush\nIn the green, from the textbook\nLike the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\nI'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\nIf I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\nBut if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\nNow I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\nYo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckshot's Freestyle Joint\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Diggin' in dah Vaults\n  duration_ms: 341000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Buckshot)\n  Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\n  Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\n  Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\n  So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\n  Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\n  Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\n  Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\n  With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\n  Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\n  Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\n  Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\n  Nigga, don't try to fight back\n  You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\n  I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\n  Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\n  Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\n  Ups, ups, and aways wes goes\n  I can rock the mic because I got mad flows\n  Like, this, that, dilly, dally\n  Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\n  In the alley, right up the anal\n  She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\n  My type of ass like the glass filled with grass\n  When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\n  Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\n  And when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\n  I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\n  Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\n  I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\n  On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\n  To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\n  Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\n  Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\n  Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\n  Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\n  So yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n  (5FT.)\n  Back up off this little trip\n  To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\n  So, don't you dare, press your luck\n  The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\n  Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\n  Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\n  Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\n  I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\n  When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\n  Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\n  As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\n  I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\n  And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\n  Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\n  As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\n  One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\n  It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\n  I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\n  Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\n  Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills\n  When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\n  And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Inside of the mind, I see\n  I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\n  Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\n  In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\n  Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\n  Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\n  Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\n  I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\n  Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\n  Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\n  A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\n  Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\n  And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\n  We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\n  Niggaz on two-third, word up, served\n  When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\n  We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\n  Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\n  And niggaz pulled out knives and razors\n  But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\n  Right to the head, now pull, nigga\n  I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\n  On the block, to park the yard\n  Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\n  Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\n  What? And I'mma catch you down\n  When I hit you with the push in the mush\n  In the green, from the textbook\n  Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\n  I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\n  If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\n  But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\n  Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\n  Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?\n"},{"id":22415346,"name":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","trackName":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":341.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nSometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\nBuckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\nNon stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\nSo I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\nNiggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\nWhatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\nLet's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\nWith my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\nBecause I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\nBreak you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\nFill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\nNigga, don't try to fight back\nYou be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\nI heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\nBecause I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\nType shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\nUps, ups, and aways wes goes\nI can rock the mic because I got mad flows\nLike, this, that, dilly, dally\nLast time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\nIn the alley, right up the anal\nShe was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\nMy type of ass like the glass filled with grass\nWhen I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\nNiggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\nAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\nI go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\nNiggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\nI thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\nOn the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\nTo all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\nNiggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\nSlapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\nYour gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\nGive a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\nSo yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n(5FT.)\nBack up off this little trip\nTo pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\nSo, don't you dare, press your luck\nThe war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\nFlip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\nCuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\nPrefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\nI blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\nWhen I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\nBust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\nAs I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\nI'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\nAnd with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\nOf jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\nAs I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\nOne time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\nIt's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\nI went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\nKeep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\nJust a little bit, of my lyrical skills\nWhen I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\nAnd I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n(Buckshot)\nInside of the mind, I see\nI'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\nCuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\nIn your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\nAlways break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\nNiggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\nLook at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\nI'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\nLike my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\nYo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\nA nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\nWord up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\nAnd all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\nWe grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\nNiggaz on two-third, word up, served\nWhen we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\nWe never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\nNiggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\nAnd niggaz pulled out knives and razors\nBut we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\nRight to the head, now pull, nigga\nI'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\nOn the block, to park the yard\nNiggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\nWhy, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\nWhat? And I'mma catch you down\nWhen I hit you with the push in the mush\nIn the green, from the textbook\nLike the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\nI'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\nIf I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\nBut if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\nNow I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\nYo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckshot's Freestyle Joint\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition'\n  duration_ms: 341400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Buckshot)\n  Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\n  Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\n  Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\n  So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\n  Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\n  Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\n  Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\n  With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\n  Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\n  Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\n  Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\n  Nigga, don't try to fight back\n  You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\n  I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\n  Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\n  Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\n  Ups, ups, and aways wes goes\n  I can rock the mic because I got mad flows\n  Like, this, that, dilly, dally\n  Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\n  In the alley, right up the anal\n  She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\n  My type of ass like the glass filled with grass\n  When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\n  Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\n  And when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\n  I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\n  Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\n  I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\n  On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\n  To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\n  Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\n  Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\n  Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\n  Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\n  So yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n  (5FT.)\n  Back up off this little trip\n  To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\n  So, don't you dare, press your luck\n  The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\n  Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\n  Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\n  Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\n  I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\n  When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\n  Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\n  As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\n  I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\n  And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\n  Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\n  As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\n  One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\n  It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\n  I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\n  Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\n  Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills\n  When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\n  And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Inside of the mind, I see\n  I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\n  Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\n  In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\n  Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\n  Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\n  Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\n  I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\n  Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\n  Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\n  A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\n  Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\n  And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\n  We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\n  Niggaz on two-third, word up, served\n  When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\n  We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\n  Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\n  And niggaz pulled out knives and razors\n  But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\n  Right to the head, now pull, nigga\n  I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\n  On the block, to park the yard\n  Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\n  Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\n  What? And I'mma catch you down\n  When I hit you with the push in the mush\n  In the green, from the textbook\n  Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\n  I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\n  If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\n  But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\n  Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\n  Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?\n"},{"id":26006357,"name":"Buckshot’s Freestyle Joint","trackName":"Buckshot’s Freestyle Joint","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":341.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nSometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\nBuckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\nNon stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\nSo I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\nNiggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\nWhatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\nLet's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\nWith my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\nBecause I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\nBreak you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\nFill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\nNigga, don't try to fight back\nYou be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\nI heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\nBecause I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\nType shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\nUps, ups, and aways wes goes\nI can rock the mic because I got mad flows\nLike, this, that, dilly, dally\nLast time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\nIn the alley, right up the anal\nShe was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\nMy type of ass like the glass filled with grass\nWhen I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\nNiggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\nAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\nI go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\nNiggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\nI thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\nOn the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\nTo all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\nNiggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\nSlapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\nYour gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\nGive a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\nSo yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n(5FT.)\nBack up off this little trip\nTo pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\nSo, don't you dare, press your luck\nThe war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\nFlip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\nCuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\nPrefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\nI blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\nWhen I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\nBust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\nAs I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\nI'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\nAnd with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\nOf jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\nAs I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\nOne time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\nIt's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\nI went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\nKeep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\nJust a little bit, of my lyrical skills\nWhen I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\nAnd I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n(Buckshot)\nInside of the mind, I see\nI'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\nCuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\nIn your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\nAlways break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\nNiggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\nLook at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\nI'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\nLike my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\nYo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\nA nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\nWord up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\nAnd all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\nWe grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\nNiggaz on two-third, word up, served\nWhen we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\nWe never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\nNiggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\nAnd niggaz pulled out knives and razors\nBut we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\nRight to the head, now pull, nigga\nI'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\nOn the block, to park the yard\nNiggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\nWhy, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\nWhat? And I'mma catch you down\nWhen I hit you with the push in the mush\nIn the green, from the textbook\nLike the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\nI'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\nIf I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\nBut if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\nNow I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\nYo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckshot’s Freestyle Joint\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 341000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Buckshot)\n  Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\n  Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\n  Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\n  So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\n  Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\n  Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\n  Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\n  With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\n  Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\n  Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\n  Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\n  Nigga, don't try to fight back\n  You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\n  I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\n  Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\n  Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\n  Ups, ups, and aways wes goes\n  I can rock the mic because I got mad flows\n  Like, this, that, dilly, dally\n  Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\n  In the alley, right up the anal\n  She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\n  My type of ass like the glass filled with grass\n  When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\n  Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\n  And when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\n  I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\n  Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\n  I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\n  On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\n  To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\n  Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\n  Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\n  Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\n  Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\n  So yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n  (5FT.)\n  Back up off this little trip\n  To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\n  So, don't you dare, press your luck\n  The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\n  Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\n  Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\n  Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\n  I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\n  When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\n  Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\n  As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\n  I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\n  And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\n  Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\n  As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\n  One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\n  It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\n  I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\n  Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\n  Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills\n  When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\n  And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Inside of the mind, I see\n  I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\n  Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\n  In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\n  Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\n  Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\n  Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\n  I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\n  Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\n  Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\n  A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\n  Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\n  And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\n  We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\n  Niggaz on two-third, word up, served\n  When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\n  We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\n  Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\n  And niggaz pulled out knives and razors\n  But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\n  Right to the head, now pull, nigga\n  I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\n  On the block, to park the yard\n  Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\n  Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\n  What? And I'mma catch you down\n  When I hit you with the push in the mush\n  In the green, from the textbook\n  Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\n  I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\n  If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\n  But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\n  Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\n  Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?\n"},{"id":32070899,"name":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","trackName":"Buckshot's Freestyle Joint","artistName":"Black Moon, Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Diggin' In Dah Vaults","duration":341.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nSometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\nBuckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\nNon stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\nSo I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\nNiggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\nWhatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\nLet's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\nWith my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\nBecause I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\nBreak you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\nFill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\nNigga, don't try to fight back\nYou be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\nI heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\nBecause I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\nType shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\nUps, ups, and aways wes goes\nI can rock the mic because I got mad flows\nLike, this, that, dilly, dally\nLast time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\nIn the alley, right up the anal\nShe was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\nMy type of ass like the glass filled with grass\nWhen I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\nNiggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\nAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\nI go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\nNiggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\nI thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\nOn the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\nTo all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\nNiggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\nSlapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\nYour gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\nGive a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\nSo yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n(5FT.)\nBack up off this little trip\nTo pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\nSo, don't you dare, press your luck\nThe war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\nFlip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\nCuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\nPrefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\nI blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\nWhen I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\nBust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\nAs I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\nI'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\nAnd with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\nOf jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\nAs I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\nOne time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\nIt's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\nI went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\nKeep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\nJust a little bit, of my lyrical skills\nWhen I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\nAnd I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n(Buckshot)\nInside of the mind, I see\nI'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\nCuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\nIn your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\nAlways break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\nNiggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\nLook at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\nI'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\nLike my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\nYo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\nA nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\nWord up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\nAnd all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\nWe grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\nNiggaz on two-third, word up, served\nWhen we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\nWe never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\nNiggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\nAnd niggaz pulled out knives and razors\nBut we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\nRight to the head, now pull, nigga\nI'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\nOn the block, to park the yard\nNiggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\nWhy, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\nWhat? And I'mma catch you down\nWhen I hit you with the push in the mush\nIn the green, from the textbook\nLike the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\nI'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\nIf I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\nBut if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\nNow I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\nYo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckshot's Freestyle Joint\n  artist: Black Moon, Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Diggin' In Dah Vaults\n  duration_ms: 341000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Buckshot)\n  Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop\n  Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock\n  Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock\n  So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops\n  Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue\n  Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L\n  Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down\n  With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy\n  Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches\n  Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound\n  Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down\n  Nigga, don't try to fight back\n  You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'\n  I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick\n  Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal\n  Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'\n  Ups, ups, and aways wes goes\n  I can rock the mic because I got mad flows\n  Like, this, that, dilly, dally\n  Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally\n  In the alley, right up the anal\n  She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too\n  My type of ass like the glass filled with grass\n  When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass\n  Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength\n  And when I fucked the girl, but it bleed\n  I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head\n  Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead\n  I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained\n  On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain\n  To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT\n  Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please\n  Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it\n  Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic\n  Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick\n  So yo, yo, just come and flip a script\n\n  (5FT.)\n  Back up off this little trip\n  To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick\n  So, don't you dare, press your luck\n  The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in\n  Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill\n  Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right\n  Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right\n  I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean\n  When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream\n  Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill\n  As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will\n  I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue\n  And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard\n  Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts\n  As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark\n  One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind\n  It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime\n  I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going\n  Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you\n  Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills\n  When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip\n  And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Inside of the mind, I see\n  I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak\n  Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be\n  In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws\n  Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil\n  Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel\n  Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind\n  I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind\n  Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under\n  Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a\n  A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years\n  Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years\n  And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with\n  We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with\n  Niggaz on two-third, word up, served\n  When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb\n  We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow\n  Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe\n  And niggaz pulled out knives and razors\n  But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer\n  Right to the head, now pull, nigga\n  I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40\n  On the block, to park the yard\n  Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God\n  Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'\n  What? And I'mma catch you down\n  When I hit you with the push in the mush\n  In the green, from the textbook\n  Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb\n  I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me\n  If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with\n  But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it\n  Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it\n  Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?\n"}]