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Buckshot (born Kenyatta Blake in Brooklyn, New York) is an American rapper, famous as the leader of Hip Hop supergroup Boot Camp Clik, and the group Black Moon. He has released one solo album, two with producer 9th Wonder, four albums with Black Moon and four albums with the Boot Camp Clik. more »

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1999

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Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome
Instead of duckin' little niggas, gettin' live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? What, nigga holla back
Is what they screamin', ice gleamin' on Jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin', rearrangin' on a cellular
We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog
Smokin' black, listenin' to Snoop Dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin' up, summin' up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock
In the drop top, headed to the chop shop
Gettin' ten grand, 'cause the handle on your lock pop

[Chorus: x2]
Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin' this
You can roll a bag of la if you feelin' it
You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin' this

I'm high when I know I'm sweatin', plus I'm gettin'
Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding
You a New Jack, this ain't a City
What a pity, I f*ck around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
F*ck it, bring the motherfuckin glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my respects

Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
 
A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin' over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there
All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there
From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack
Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin' this tracks
We bombin' these cats, like U.S. was bombin' Iraq

[Chorus: x2]

A real hard head makes a real soft ass
I thought I told these motherfuckas they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch
F*ck that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, bum raps is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin' it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit
But it's only a chosen few that can do this shit
I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still sample shit, and gettin' sued and shit
You know you makin' me sick, like the flu and shit
And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit
You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and shit

[Chorus: x2]

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