Ladies N Gentlemen

[Intro]

Party people in the place to be

Party people in the place to be

Party people in the place to be

Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB

A.K.A. you host for the evening

By your people, he believin in fake MC's

[Buckshot]

A lot of y'all, think you know it all

Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the party on the wall

Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance

She fuckin wit Buck, I'm on the move, you understand

Stupid, wise up and get intelligent

See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant

Teachin, when I'm on the streets and

When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin

The purpose, no longer am I nervous

I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to blow you

When I do this, don't act like it's a shock to you

If I shock you when you bow down, say true

Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general

But generally speakin, I didn't even know you

But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind

Saw the same plan, ended at the same time

[Chorus]

Party people in the place to be

Party people in the place to be

Party people in the place to be

Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB

A.K.A. you host for the evening

By your people, he believin in fake MC's

Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin

You know that I shall proceed

[Buckshot]

I can't wait to get rid of y'all Captain Crunch niggas on the mic

One hit wonders, scared of the under, I'mma bring the light

To make ya niggas come out of the closet

You might have to see me in the party, watch it

I set the flame, see usually the aim is

To burn down the cane field, must remain real

Keep the stainless steel

Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real

Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill

I will take ya niggas right above the hill

And everybody got the skill, one spliff

Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out

Everybody call out, it's the black, that make you lay back in the cut

And ask "What the fuck is that?" nigga chill, relax

[Chorus]

[Buckshot]

I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse

When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse

Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this

The vocalist, every time I told you this

You told me that you knew in that I owned you this

What owned you this? My niggas be retaliate

Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate

How we don't fuck around wit y'all

We might bring the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya

Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence

Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin

Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them

Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him

Got him cuz he want to be the talker and the big spender

Until he got hit, bump the fender

Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit

Til he got wit BD, now he ready, kid

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