Buckshots Freestyle Joint

[Buckshot]

Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop

Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock

Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock

So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops

Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue

Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L

Let's get with the buddha session, back a nigga down

With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy

Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches

Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound

Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down

Nigga, don't try to fight back

You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'

I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick

Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal

Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'

Ups, ups, and aways wes goes

I can rock the mic because I got mad flows

Like, this, that, dilly, dally

Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally

In the alley, right up the anal

She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too

My type of ass like the glass filled with grass

When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass

Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength

And when I fucked the girl, but it bleed

I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head

Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead

I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained

On the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain

To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT

Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please

Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it

Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic

Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dick

So yo, yo, just come and flip a script

[5FT.]

Back up off this little trip

To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick

So, don't you dare, press your luck

The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in

Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill

Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right

Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right

I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean

When I get mad, I go the muthafuckin' bloodstream

Bust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spill

As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will

I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue

And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard

Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts

As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark

One time, as I blow your muthafuckin' mind

It's time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime

I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going

Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you

Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills

When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip

And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, fuck it

[Buckshot]

Inside of the mind, I see

I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak

Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be

In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws

Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil

Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel

Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind

I'm the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behind

Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under

Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a

A nigga like me, because I've been ya man for years

Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years

And all the type of shit, that we did, me just can't hang with

We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with

Niggaz on two-third, word up, served

When we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb

We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow

Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe

And niggaz pulled out knives and razors

But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer

Right to the head, now pull, nigga

I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40

On the block, to park the yard

Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God

Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'

What? And I'mma catch you down

When I hit you with the push in the mush

In the green, from the textbook

Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb

I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me

If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with

But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it

Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it

Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?