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[Verse 1] They call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI You can t fuck with that man BDI Psychotic when he get really high I got it -- don t I sound really fly? Every lady in the spot agree If it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B Same person in the Benz with the curtain And the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right? I m like, for certain It was real hard getting this far But I got this label, this house, this money, this car Can you say this, pa? I think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac Me Against the World, shed so many tears Writing letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear Where I m coming from; that s the bottom line And the goal is to hit the top and not waste time Like tick tock, when the clock hit one Y all niggas is done Buckshot s it, you should stop [Verse 2] Stick a fork in em No disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him Little guy, blue denim Not a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom All in em, all women Recognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis Back and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth? Me, I m from the university they call raw Kill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll Whose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck And, um, everybody down know what s up Major moves, make your moves Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot Never play by the rules like Tock, tick, when the clock hit one Y all niggas is done Buckshot s it, you need to stop [Verse 3] It don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider Or me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter It s all right cause My pockets ain t seen a gap in a while All you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but It s okay cause I still get ladies anyway She thinking she bright but she shady anyway We don t give a fuck, do we? Nah Smoke when I school dudes, Cooley High Truly fly Chicks get jealous, man They used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah Step aside, let the boss get past You a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass I m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up She chilling in your car cause she give it up What a life. I m a witness Enough to tell niggas, mind your business You need to stop [Outro] Stop and listen, listen and stop Number one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot This is what we do, I salute shit Comes every day, I pollute shit
Writer(s): Hakim Rush Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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