[{"id":249783,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":29409142,"name":"NIGUZ TALK SHIT","trackName":"NIGUZ TALK SHIT","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NIGUZ TALK SHIT\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: DAH INSTRUMENTALZ\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":19402699,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":262.364075,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 262364\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":22979952,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)","duration":260.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 260867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":28588359,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Enta da Stage: The Complete Edition'\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":13348524,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon / Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.33] (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n[00:15.75] Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n[00:23.80] Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n[00:25.61] No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n[00:29.24] I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n[00:31.00] Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n[00:33.75] Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n[00:36.52] Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n[00:39.27] Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n[00:41.91] Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n[00:43.73] So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n[00:46.42] 5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n[00:49.13] Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n[00:51.91] Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n[00:54.64] I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n[00:57.38] Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n[01:00.00] Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n[01:01.88] (CHORUS)\n[01:02.78] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:04.56] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:07.24] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:10.00] I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n[01:12.24] (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n[01:22.51] Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n[01:25.29] Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n[01:28.05] And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n[01:30.92] Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n[01:33.62] And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n[01:36.34] Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n[01:39.18] I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n[01:40.94] But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n[01:43.68] So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n[01:46.34] When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n[01:49.04] And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n[01:51.79] Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n[01:54.49] You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n[01:56.25] Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n[01:58.94] So yo make way so I can make my day\n[02:01.71] I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n[02:04.43] (CHORUS)\n[02:20.96] (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:24.55] Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n[02:27.26] If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n[02:29.90] Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n[02:32.66] Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n[02:35.30] I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n[02:38.09] I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n[02:40.86] Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n[02:42.68] Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n[02:46.27] I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n[02:48.02] I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n[02:50.72] I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n[02:53.47] Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n[02:56.16] So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n[02:58.84] Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n[03:01.66] With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n[03:04.31] Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n[03:07.06] (CHORUS)\n[03:34.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon / Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)'\n  start_ms: 7330\n  end_ms: 15750\n- text: Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  start_ms: 15750\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 25610\n- text: No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  start_ms: 25610\n  end_ms: 29240\n- text: I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  start_ms: 29240\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 33750\n- text: Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  start_ms: 33750\n  end_ms: 36520\n- text: Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  start_ms: 36520\n  end_ms: 39270\n- text: Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  start_ms: 39270\n  end_ms: 41910\n- text: Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  start_ms: 41910\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 5ft. 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Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":38598155,"name":"Niguz Talk Shit","trackName":"Niguz Talk Shit","artistName":"Black Moon Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\nSomebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\nTwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\nNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\nI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\nShit, killin every nigga in sight\nBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\nCause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\nBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\nAny thought I think, you blink and drink death\nSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\nBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\nYo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\nI got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\nBring it on, what, I got no shame\nBuckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n(CHORUS)\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nNiggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\nI'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\nSlow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\nPass the automatic, I'm about to flip\nAnd spray niggas with my vocal (?)\nLead to the chest penetrate through the vest\nAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back off\nFuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\nI don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\nBut I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\nSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\nWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\nAnd her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\nLike angel dust I bust holes in your crew\nYou're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\nTill the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\nSo yo make way so I can make my day\nI'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nWatch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\nIf you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\nHere's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\nWho's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\nI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\nI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\nBeats with mad funk, pop the trunk\nPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\nI'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\nI'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\nI'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\nContracts and all that, guns, guns\nSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\nBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\nWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\nBitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.33] (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n[00:15.75] Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n[00:23.80] Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n[00:25.61] No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n[00:29.24] I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n[00:31.00] Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n[00:33.75] Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n[00:36.52] Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n[00:39.27] Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n[00:41.91] Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n[00:43.73] So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n[00:46.42] 5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n[00:49.13] Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n[00:51.91] Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n[00:54.64] I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n[00:57.38] Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n[01:00.00] Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n[01:01.88] (CHORUS)\n[01:02.78] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:04.56] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:07.24] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n[01:10.00] I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n[01:12.24] (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n[01:22.51] Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n[01:25.29] Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n[01:28.05] And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n[01:30.92] Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n[01:33.62] And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n[01:36.34] Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n[01:39.18] I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n[01:40.94] But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n[01:43.68] So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n[01:46.34] When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n[01:49.04] And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n[01:51.79] Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n[01:54.49] You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n[01:56.25] Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n[01:58.94] So yo make way so I can make my day\n[02:01.71] I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n[02:04.43] (CHORUS)\n[02:20.96] (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:24.55] Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n[02:27.26] If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n[02:29.90] Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n[02:32.66] Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n[02:35.30] I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n[02:38.09] I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n[02:40.86] Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n[02:42.68] Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n[02:46.27] I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n[02:48.02] I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n[02:50.72] I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n[02:53.47] Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n[02:56.16] So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n[02:58.84] Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n[03:01.66] With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n[03:04.31] Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n[03:07.06] (CHORUS)\n[03:34.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Niguz Talk Shit\n  artist: Black Moon Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '(VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)'\n  start_ms: 7330\n  end_ms: 15750\n- text: Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  start_ms: 15750\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 25610\n- text: No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  start_ms: 25610\n  end_ms: 29240\n- text: I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  start_ms: 29240\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 33750\n- text: Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  start_ms: 33750\n  end_ms: 36520\n- text: Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  start_ms: 36520\n  end_ms: 39270\n- text: Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  start_ms: 39270\n  end_ms: 41910\n- text: Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  start_ms: 41910\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 49130\n- text: Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  start_ms: 49130\n  end_ms: 51910\n- text: Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  start_ms: 51910\n  end_ms: 54640\n- text: I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  start_ms: 54640\n  end_ms: 57380\n- text: Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  start_ms: 57380\n  end_ms: 60000\n- text: Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n  start_ms: 60000\n  end_ms: 61880\n- text: (CHORUS)\n  start_ms: 61880\n  end_ms: 62780\n- text: Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  start_ms: 62780\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72240\n- text: '(VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)'\n  start_ms: 72240\n  end_ms: 82510\n- text: Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  start_ms: 82510\n  end_ms: 85290\n- text: Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  start_ms: 85290\n  end_ms: 88050\n- text: And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  start_ms: 88050\n  end_ms: 90920\n- text: Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  start_ms: 90920\n  end_ms: 93620\n- text: And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  start_ms: 93620\n  end_ms: 96340\n- text: Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  start_ms: 96340\n  end_ms: 99180\n- text: I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  start_ms: 99180\n  end_ms: 100940\n- text: But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  start_ms: 100940\n  end_ms: 103680\n- text: So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  start_ms: 103680\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 109040\n- text: And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  start_ms: 109040\n  end_ms: 111790\n- text: Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  start_ms: 111790\n  end_ms: 114490\n- text: You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  start_ms: 114490\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118940\n- text: So yo make way so I can make my day\n  start_ms: 118940\n  end_ms: 121710\n- text: I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n  start_ms: 121710\n  end_ms: 124430\n- text: (CHORUS)\n  start_ms: 124430\n  end_ms: 140960\n- text: '(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)'\n  start_ms: 140960\n  end_ms: 144550\n- text: Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  start_ms: 144550\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 152660\n- text: Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  start_ms: 152660\n  end_ms: 155300\n- text: I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 155300\n  end_ms: 158090\n- text: I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  start_ms: 158090\n  end_ms: 160860\n- text: Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  start_ms: 160860\n  end_ms: 162680\n- text: Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  start_ms: 162680\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 168020\n- text: I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  start_ms: 168020\n  end_ms: 170720\n- text: I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  start_ms: 170720\n  end_ms: 173470\n- text: Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  start_ms: 173470\n  end_ms: 176160\n- text: So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  start_ms: 176160\n  end_ms: 178840\n- text: Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  start_ms: 178840\n  end_ms: 181660\n- text: With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  start_ms: 181660\n  end_ms: 184310\n- text: Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n  start_ms: 184310\n  end_ms: 187060\n- text: (CHORUS)\n  start_ms: 187060\n  end_ms: 214180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214180\nplain: |-\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA\n  Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day\n  No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks\n  I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks\n  Shit, killin every nigga in sight\n  Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite\n  Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains\n  Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains\n  Any thought I think, you blink and drink death\n  So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left\n  5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew\n  Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through\n  Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?\n  I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit\n  Bring it on, what, I got no shame\n  Buckshot's in the house and you know my name\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'\n  I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick\n  Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip\n  And spray niggas with my vocal (?)\n  Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest\n  And when I roll mad deep niggas back off\n  Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough\n  I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt\n  But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want\n  So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo\n  When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe\n  And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to\n  Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew\n  You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock\n  Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop\n  So yo make way so I can make my day\n  I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit\n  If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick\n  Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks\n  Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec\n  I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray\n  I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake\n  Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk\n  Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk\n  I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro\n  I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero\n  I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done\n  Contracts and all that, guns, guns\n  So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat\n  Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped\n  With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline\n  Bitch, you know my name, bring it in\n\n  (CHORUS)\n"}]