"Bundy shut your fucking ass... (Yo man we just recorded that!)"
[Buckshot] Yeah...the fuck
Look inside of the mind and see Original heads check 1, 2, 3 Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind Now I kick rhyme For the nickel nine Take a sip a wine But E&J make a nigga laid Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day I represent the original head Killing the original dead Boo yaa! that's my nigga Dred Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!! Fuck a philly, Five got the dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell Check my dialect from my diaphragm You got your nine by your waistline and Me and my niggas don't give a damn We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude kill a man Timberland make me general Roughneck wild Big em up now Bob Marley style Cheek & Chong style Like the bongstyle That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now I smoke so much Li I hallucinate Ill visions in my head Everybody must dead
[Chorus: repeat 4X] Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in...
I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li) I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li) Check the blahzay blah I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul I pack a 20 sack and watch a nigga fold Don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches It's all about the blunts Fuck them stunts Now, what ya want is what ya get Like biggety bitch bend over blow me So I can feel the breeze Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past When I bust that ass base to ya check Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper Knock the head Plus Knock the dred All body dead We be I and I be we cause we be family Buckshot, Five FT and Evil Dee T to the R-E-V and the M to the E-E-C-H-E All my niggas in the place to be Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B
[Chorus]
I like the night, if you like the night I like the night Bitchass niggas take flight You want your gun I got your millimeter I eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter Right to way to serve the nigga on the curb I love my niggas so my niggas puff herb Now my niggas throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this) Original crooks never get dissed If we get dissed Niggas get that to the back Five where he at?...(right here!) Another mission to be dissing Now who do I be dissing bitches God, fuck the intermission It's about killing the nigga The one playing the bigger The one playing the sucka ducks with my trigger Feel the buck coming on in the set Some Barley on the wreck Fuck it, time to break a neck
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"Bundy shut your fucking ass... (Yo man we just recorded that!)"
[Buckshot] Yeah...the fuck
Look inside of the mind and see Original heads check 1, 2, 3 Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind Now I kick rhyme For the nickel nine Take a sip a wine But E&J make a nigga laid Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day I represent the original head Killing the original dead Boo yaa! that's my nigga Dred Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!! Fuck a philly, Five got the dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell Check my dialect from my diaphragm You got your nine by your waistline and Me and my niggas don't give a damn We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude kill a man Timberland make me general Roughneck wild Big em up now Bob Marley style Cheek & Chong style Like the bongstyle That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now I smoke so much Li I hallucinate Ill visions in my head Everybody must dead
[Chorus: repeat 4X] Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in...
I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li) I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li) Check the blahzay blah I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul I pack a 20 sack and watch a nigga fold Don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches It's all about the blunts Fuck them stunts Now, what ya want is what ya get Like biggety bitch bend over blow me So I can feel the breeze Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past When I bust that ass base to ya check Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper Knock the head Plus Knock the dred All body dead We be I and I be we cause we be family Buckshot, Five FT and Evil Dee T to the R-E-V and the M to the E-E-C-H-E All my niggas in the place to be Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B
[Chorus]
I like the night, if you like the night I like the night Bitchass niggas take flight You want your gun I got your millimeter I eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter Right to way to serve the nigga on the curb I love my niggas so my niggas puff herb Now my niggas throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this) Original crooks never get dissed If we get dissed Niggas get that to the back Five where he at?...(right here!) Another mission to be dissing Now who do I be dissing bitches God, fuck the intermission It's about killing the nigga The one playing the bigger The one playing the sucka ducks with my trigger Feel the buck coming on in the set Some Barley on the wreck Fuck it, time to break a neck
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