[Intro: Buckshot]

Rush, rush, rush, rush

Rush, rush, rush, rush

Rush, rush, rush, rush

Rush, rush, rush, rush



[Buckshot]

If I don't get in, I'm rushin'

You can step aside or collide with this four-five bustin'

No bluffin', just niggaz in that, all black apparrel

With the barrels that spin back, Buck, where you been?

I've been back, so now I'm on the map

And all I want is my bread, send that

Holdin' my shank, thrown to my tank, roll it blank

Don't hold the blade, but I will roll the bank

Four five six, niggaz in your spot, lookin' at shot

Thinkin' I'm sweet, like apricots

Cause when I let 'em know -- I can be Teddy Pendergrass

If you want me to let it go, I spit for life

Boot Camp Clik for life, it's superman in the day

With the krypto-night, niggaz love how I grip the mic

Chicks love, how I grip niggaz, they grab my dick

And spit right, game in your brain

I came in the game, with nothing

And left with the world knowing my name it's nothing

You can keep huffin' and puffin', but

Made you kneel your knees at the door and we all bumrush



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The labels (rush) The stores (rush)

The doors (rush) All y'all (rush)

The party (rush) Anybody (rush)

For the shotty (rush) In your lobby(rush)

The industry (rush) All my enemies (rush)

Til you feelin' me (rush) Or til you rid of me (rush)

The masses (rush) the fascists (rush)

In that C-Class (rush) til my g's class (rush)



[Buckshot]

This is Bucktown, blouse Fred Widicks

Call me General Buck, cause I led millions

Wear the Chuck Taylor's or chuck Timbs

Fuck with him, you might get ya face crushed in

Brooklyn, Franklin Avenue bring the crooks in

Everyday hustlers, professional buffin'

Slide ya dame like greeks in the vacant lot

Bust two shots, make it shot, chicks get laid alot

You love that, when they take it alot, you love that

Get the buzz back, I pray you never get in my way

My gun slay muthafuckas, when you get in my way

I'm Billie the Kid, shit, I'm really the kid

Shoot you in front of your kids, and been slid

To the next state, me and Beatminerz on the way up

Quick to slay up, the next up, fix ya face, don't miss the date

Some call Mr. Hate, cause I got a list of hate

You, number one through eight

It's all great, I can't relate

With this 38, I'm rushin' the door, and I can't wait



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[Buckshot]

Talkin' bout I can't come in? We bumrush

You see them niggaz with no grins, they from us

We all got big ones to bust, got a lotta respect

For them niggaz that never did, run from us

But respect ain't shit, when the tech spit

Two shots in your Lexus Coupe and your neck split

That's it, it's a wrap, you ain't know this and that

Will get you clapped, fuckin' with Shot, watch ya back

Cause we comin' through, runnin' through, murder in two

Anybody can get it, nigga, including you

It's awful, unlawful, how we kick down the door

Your jaw, hit the floor too, back up a little bit

Give me some room, niggaz ain't wanna give props to the Moon

Cause I'm underrated, the underdog, and you overhated

You know I made it, but you still tellin' me no favors

Fuck it, let's get it on right now

Alotta niggaz gone right now, but I'm born right now what?



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