"Bundy shut your fucking ass... (Yo man we just recorded that!)"



[Buckshot]

Yeah...the fuck



Look inside of the mind and see

Original heads check 1, 2, 3

Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind

Now I kick rhyme

For the nickel nine

Take a sip a wine

But E&J make a nigga laid

Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day

I represent the original head

Killing the original dead

Boo yaa! that's my nigga Dred

Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!!

Fuck a philly, Five got the dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell

Check my dialect from my diaphragm

You got your nine by your waistline and

Me and my niggas don't give a damn

We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude kill a man

Timberland make me general

Roughneck wild

Big em up now

Bob Marley style

Cheek & Chong style

Like the bongstyle

That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now

I smoke so much Li I hallucinate

Ill visions in my head

Everybody must dead



[Chorus: x4]

Killing every nigga in sight

Killing every nigga in sight

Killing every nigga in...



I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li)

I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li)

Check the blahzay blah

I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul

I pack a 20 sack and watch a nigga fold

Don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches

It's all about the blunts

Fuck them stunts

Now, what ya want is what ya get

Like biggety bitch bend over blow me

So I can feel the breeze

Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past

When I bust that ass base to ya check

Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper

Knock the head

Plus Knock the dred

All body dead

We be I and I be we cause we be family

Buckshot, Five FT and Evil Dee

T to the R-E-V and the M to the E-E-C-H-E

All my niggas in the place to be

Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B



[Chorus]



I like the night, if you like the night

I like the night

Bitchass niggas take flight

You want your gun I got your millimeter

I eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter

Right to way to serve the nigga on the curb

I love my niggas so my niggas puff herb

Now my niggas throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this)

Original crooks never get dissed

If we get dissed

Niggas get that to the back

Five where he at?...(right here!)

Another mission to be dissing

Now who do I be dissing bitches

God, fuck the intermission

It's about killing the nigga

The one playing the bigger

The one playing the sucka ducks with my trigger

Feel the buck coming on in the set

Some Barley on the wreck

Fuck it, time to break a neck



[Chorus]