[Chorus 2X: Buckshot]
It`s just a day with another night
Another pray for another life
Another wrong with another right
Strong when I`m on this mic
Cuz it`s always, a lot of confusion
[Buckshot]
Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80
Record company niggaz are shady, baby
Definetly, never maybe, or have to be
A pain in the ass, like `fuck you, pay me`
Crazy, picture me slippin`, like a broke transmition
I got both positions, I own both the missions
I wrote poems for commissions
I`m the leader for the squad, when the Gods
In a hard perdicament, like
Got a hot group, but need they contracts right
Or got jerked for your publishing last fight
Now you wanna act tight, let me give you advice
It don`t matter if you that nice
Cuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhyme
Sign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signed
Right now, I know you wanna get yours
I`m out my prime, so I got to get mine before I`m out my mind
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[Buckshot]
Let`s keep it real, y`all niggaz know the deal
Rap on your LP`s and don`t own `em still
Don`t own `em, chill, don`t it feel
Foul, don`t own your LP, but you own your bills, now
Everybody got a story to tell, or glory to sale
But alotta niggaz bore me to hell
That`s why the number one question
Where`s Buck? Get the number one answer
Here, let`s hear it up, listen up
Yeah, I`m back with the hounds, ridin` round
Cuz the hill look deep when you slidin` down, how that sound?
I`m from the Crown, plus parts unknown
Everybody who met me, took a part of me, home
Cuz I be fool droppin`, never was with crew hoppin`
It`s the true topic, that`ll have y`all fools watchin`
Dudes stoppin`, in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minute
Whose that, that`s Buck, what the fuck?
[Chorus 2X]
[Buckshot]
From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemy
In the end it`ll be, who got it, who don`t, who want it, let`s see
Niggaz say that underground shit
Like they don`t want chips, yeah right, they don`t want chips?
Let`s get this straight, underground of `93 and `94
Ain`t the underground of `98, I see it`s too late
For y`all to relate, so fuck it
I left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eight
And y`all can talk about me and them streets
Ain`t shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streets
Back on my grind, this week, spread your little rumors
I`ma shut up, and this nine gon` speak
All y`all internet freaks and click-on thugs
On my web, get off my dick, you get no love
This ain`t face, but I faith in the snub
After failin` with my OJ glove, show `nuff, cuz
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