CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sweet 1993
I break, you take
Whatever type of sh*t the n***a Buckshot makes
The incredible, lyrical, and original
You’re the killable if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack, tack
F**k off my back black, n***a f**k that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Look into the eyes of a n***a who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
Another dead n***a in the street
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
But how many MC's must get dissed?
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
B*t*h, get off my d**k
I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever
Im clev-ever 'cause I wear my leather in the winter
I enter the stage, n***a c*ck ya gauge
I bust em off sum'n awful
And then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
Ya sh*ttin, ya a** thinkin, I see ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin' sh*t to my man so I had to get em
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
Pain as a n***a brain I'm goin' insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
Don't try to walk wit a switch b*t*h like you cute
You jus couldn't let me stick my d**k and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right
So f**k what you heard it's about gettin' blipped
In 1993 motherf**kers get dissed
Whatever type of sh*t the n***a Buckshot makes
The incredible, lyrical, and original
You’re the killable if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack, tack
F**k off my back black, n***a f**k that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Look into the eyes of a n***a who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
Another dead n***a in the street
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
But how many MC's must get dissed?
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
B*t*h, get off my d**k
I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever
Im clev-ever 'cause I wear my leather in the winter
I enter the stage, n***a c*ck ya gauge
I bust em off sum'n awful
And then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
Ya sh*ttin, ya a** thinkin, I see ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin' sh*t to my man so I had to get em
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
Pain as a n***a brain I'm goin' insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
Don't try to walk wit a switch b*t*h like you cute
You jus couldn't let me stick my d**k and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right
So f**k what you heard it's about gettin' blipped
In 1993 motherf**kers get dissed
