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    No way I'ma sit back
    And listen to you gay niggaz chit chat
    Hey mister big cat, I lay where ya click's at
    No joke, if it's broke, Buck'll fix that
    Bud like a six pack, chicks love to touch me
    And muthafuckas think I'm rusty?
    I tarnish the armor, trust me
    I'm just that nice, wanna cut me?
    Adjust that knife, or it might get ugly
    Cuz, I'm too close, to my gold equip
    Wanna fight me, you might see swollen lips
    Cuz I, get around like Pac, sit around blocks
    Move with a crown on my top, they call me dotta op
    Why? they know I represent achi
    Not a song, not a flick, but you can stand by me
    Cuz I, hold you down like dead weight now
    But wait, weight is weight, we about to skate now
    So how many, nah better yet, whose ready
    If you ready, just say, Buck don't bet

    "No way"
    "No way"
    "No way"
    "No way"

    You cowards think we goin' out? No way
    You catch Steele off point, nigga, no day
    Lick a four spray, fuck foreplay, I don't play
    You ain't havin' it, you gangsta, you don't say
    Word, b, you wanna go to war with me? ok
    No more Mr. Nice Guy, come with me
    Gun hid away, in a hideaway when I ride your way
    Hit you up, then coolin' casually, slide away
    By the way, you'll hardly find me, out of haze
    These days, alot of these rappers rather imitate
    What I demonstrate, boy, I'm original
    Criminal, set trends, respect the general
    I ain't mad cha, I take business personal, I might blast at cha
    Hit at me, I get right back at cha
    Straight snatch ya up from under ya desk and just pimp slack ya

    "No way"
    "No way"
    "No way"
    "No way"

    Son, I'm heated, heated, like fahrenheit
    Hot like Buckshot's flows, and rhymes damaze ya life
    Now you lookin' for the ambulance lights
    The police lights, I run these nights, get ya shit right
    A scar keep you heated for life, no way
    A mark on your face, you know that ain't right
    Son, you ain't that tough, so
    Stop actin' like you throw blows
    I'm a gun play nigga, I stick a blast in
    You a runway nigga, stick to fashion
    If I go broke tomorrow, I'ma borrow again
    Business is never part of your friends, but then again
    It's a shame how niggaz act when they approach us
    Buck and Boot Camp, is like fuckin' with roaches
    You need a black flag for that
    Better yet, you need a black body bag for that

    [Chorus x2: Buckshot]
    They act like, it's all love
    When we come through, we ain't showin' you no love
    They act like, it's all cool
    When we come through, watch my niggaz act fool

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