(verse 1 -- Buckshot) 

Buck spread love like the Pope but I never spread false hope 

I bring the bomb squad close 

Rock you with a dose of TNT 

What you ain't believe in me? 

I'm comin' back from of these who be thievin' me 

I'm incredible also edible 

Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview 

Wanna be worldwide but you get with I 

You try, you die 

Don't deny the fact that you got your back blown by bronoculars 

The way I'm rockin' ya and drop toppin' ya 

Nolo go for dolo and we tallyin' 

All my outlaws form a rally and we bomb first fool 

Pull the toll, see what happen if you hesitate 

I cut your blood supply short, it's your fault 

you got caught in the onslaught 

(hook -- Busta Rhymes) 

Yo in the onslaught your lives got caught 

Now we can run the full court all in a blood sport 

And while we hold the fort cut ya like live shorts 

Feel the pressure burn wild like (comin' for you) 

(verse 2) 

I used to sit back and let a lot of clicks 

get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of clicks 

Broke wit' no chips, frontin' in the game wit' 

a little record deal but still drive the same whip 

It's a shame ain't it, the vision that they show you in the videos 

would really make you think that you got the ghetto, oh 

Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin' to stay 

But yo, at the same time I ain't tryin' to run away 

A lot of family get left behind 

back on the block still left to grind, some still do crime 

some do time, but no matter what 

none of my heads keep an empty shell inside the nine 

Cock back, Buck on the Evil Dee track and make the mind react 

Smoke a fat one listen to Buck and get black 

As a matter of fact 

even if you don't toke you can feel the contact 

(hook) 

(verse 3) 

See you through the window to your rescue I guess you 

heard the rest do all that wackness but in fact it's 

Sounded kinda good 'til you hear this phatness 

You lack this, what scrap this 

Record this, oh my Lord this is the warning sign for y'all 

B.D. wanna ball 

Is you feelin' me? Let me know somethin' 

And if you see me with you smoke well let me smoke somethin' 

Pump it up like he, film me like Spike Lee, 

body count like Ice-T, do it nicely 

Hize to see the B.D. Buckshot rappin' he can make the bomb happen 

All my heads stick to gun clappin' 

don't change, from my street cats to my man Starang 

Bang, bang, yo, can you hang yo 

It's your own fault you got caught up in the rain yo 

now in the onslaught 

(hook) x 3