(feat. Buckshot)


[Buckshot (Oh No):]

Yeah, uhh uhh uhh.. Oh No (yeah)

B.D.I.

(This is for everybody, that starve in this shit)

(Y'all ready? I see y'all)


[Oh No:]

Ay, this is for my hustlin {niggaz}

With so much to handle ain't no feelin in they fingers

That travel deep, even without they {niggaz}

Cause the real knows that they still with us

My every day is no different than you and yours chillin

I'm cold, like pops when he was out in the road

Told that we gonna make a million; name is M.J. or Oh No

And every move is major independent without it bein slow roll

Tryin to smile goin through the bad times

That's why I stay high, and bang loud when I drive by

My eyes slightly shut, wide open

I'm watchin the time go by holdin in slow motion my hands

Can't take it back to the time back then

But I can get with Buckshot and start it over again

This is hip-hop like when it began; without the chains

and the trends to the ends be as real as it gets


[Chorus x2: Buckshot]

You can get yours, cause I'ma get mine

All we do is hustle, all day on the grind

It ain't a game how I live it

Insane how I live it, no fame how I live it


[Buckshot:]

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from

You can run but you can't hide your face from

I take them to the blocks where the cops

let off shots for fun, this is Brooklyn son

One, two, what y'all gonna do

When they kick in the door, put your face on they boots like

Uhh, this ain't game, this is real life

The shotty steel like, you see what your body feel like

Darkness, now you see the light from the arsonist

Set fire to the world, stompin this

Timbaland in that man chest cavity

Step to me emphatically, you know it's a tragedy

That's why I shine like halogens

With my hustle and my hooligans stay hollerin

Polishin, weak {niggaz} off like old leathers

You wanna step up, but you know better


[Chorus]


[Buckshot:]

Oh, No, B.D.I.