(feat. Steele)



[Buckshot]

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"



[Steele]

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"



[Buckshot]

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