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Black Moon - Freestyle lyrics
Intro: See that shit right here Feel that nigga Buckshot Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb This is called Freestyle For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit Don't know what's goin now Listen close, this is called a freestyle [Buckshot] A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot [say what?] I hear it everyday on my block I heard you did a album with 2Pac Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop And what not, watch the spot get blown Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka I'm in the zone Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone The don king of rap sittin on the throne Juice truck, who's that? that's Buck Representin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank Strong arm them niggas with shanks You better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard Real niggas know shit stink [break] [Buckshot] All my jewels cost a arm and a leg Smoke shit right to the head Nuff said, I'mma speak this Loud voice, no choice muthafucka I'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too Got a mink too, platinum too Buck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too Get that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit I just can't stop it Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs Nigga what? You get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga I ain't no joke [break] [Buckshot] Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke Here I come creepin thru the door Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka Get ya clean the floor See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic Gotta be on tour with the mic Rollin up the black from dust to dust Buck is like a burner, cock back and bust Four clip, ready for the bullshit As soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate If he die it's fates, if it don't wait Nigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo Fuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho At my show, nigga what You get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit I ain't the one to fuck with |
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