[Q-Tip] 

(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em) 

Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe 

Let these niggas know what's up son, aight? 



[Buckshot] 

Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this, get into this 

This is that shit that make em all flip 

They all want a piece 

Some keep a steady mind, some get geese 

Now what be the shit that make them niggas think 

When they ship come in, they ship won't sink 

Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down 

So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town 

Think about it now and cry later 

A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater 

And everytime I get them visions in my head 

Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli 

Very blurry-eyed dred 

Said to me, Buck da B-D-B 

When you smoke your ?sensity? I hope you take out your seed 

And watch your back for them bitches who act shady 

Wit another lady friend that try to serve you wit gravy 

Menage, I almost got caught, what can I say 

Fallin for the lust, I almost got bust Friday 

But safely so, got em by the most high 

He's out yo, into some next bullshit, I'm like 



[Q-Tip] 

Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this 

All my hip-hop heads 

Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this 

Mr. Buckshot say 



[Buckshot] 

Hip-hop, set out in the park 

Niggas comin through wit they heaters to bark 

I always have to be around some shit 

Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit 

Real quick to do my justice 

Walk the streets and stay close to my musket 

Bust this, everytime I hit the corner I notice at night 

Niggas always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like 

Cause a scene, some dumb nigga might pop off a shot 

In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird 

Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb 

What a herb, kick off a shot in the air 

Make the crowd shatter, kid you should've splurged 

Now all I see is a fleet of DT's 

Comin in the direction of B-D-B 

Kick up dust, can't get bust, duckin darts 

See they wanna shoot the god 

Fuck it, they want to hit all of us 



[Q-Tip] 

Bounce to this, in your Pinto 

You can bounce to this in your 5 double-0 

You can bounce to this in your Mustang 

You can bouce to this, let it bang let it bang 

You can bounce to this on the block that you on 

You can bounce to this, polyin on your horn, come on 



[Buckshot] 

When a finesse pulled up in a GS 

Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow cess from 

Yes, now I got time to press 

Early visions in my head seein you in that red dress 

Back door, it's the VIP 

For B-D-B, classic '83 type jewelery 

Sport gold nugget, fuck it 

Rugged individual and make a profit from it 

That's why I love it and I get mine 

Promote the bump and grind, sippin liqour to a lime 

Every girl'll be a dime, see it's showtime 

And every mothafucker online wanna hit something 

Niggas need to stop frontin 



[Q-Tip & Buckshot] 

Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this 

All my hip-hop heads 

Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this 

Mr. Buckshot say 

Bounce to this in your 3-2-0 

Bounce to this in your 5-4-0 

Bounce to this in your 7-4-0 

You can bounce to this blazin on hydro, ooh 

Wha-what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this 

In the club you bounce to this 

Up inside your sheet you can bounce to this 

In the projects you can bounce to this 

Fuck it, in the suburb bounce to this 

Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this 

Fuckin wit the herb, you can bounce to this 

Wha-what, wha-what 

5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B 

Back at yo' ass for the nine-now 

Don't bite this style, mothafucker BOO-YAA