"Bundy shut your f**ing a**... (Yo man we just recorded that!)"
[Buckshot]
Yeah...the f**
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 n***a laid
Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day
I represent the original head
k**ing the original dead
Boo yaa! that's my n***a Dred
Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!!
f** 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 n***as don't give a damn
We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude k** 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
[Hook: repeat 4X]
k**ing every n***a in sight
k**ing every n***a in sight
k**ing every n***a 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 n***a fold
Don't you hate n***as who make records for b**hes
It's all about the blunts
f** them stunts
Now, what ya want is what ya get
Like biggety b**h bend over blow me
So I can feel the breeze
Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past
When I bust that a** 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 n***as in the place to be
Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B
[Hook]
I like the night, if you like the night
I like the night
b**ha** n***as take flight
You want your gun I got your millimeter
I eat a s**a duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter
Right to way to serve the n***a on the curb
I love my n***as so my n***as puff herb
Now my n***as throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this)
Original crooks never get dissed
If we get dissed
n***as get that to the back
Five where he at?...(right here!)
Another mission to be dissing
Now who do I be dissing b**hes
God, f** the intermission
It's about k**ing the n***a
The one playing the bigger
The one playing the s**a ducks with my trigger
Feel the buck coming on in the set
Some Barley on the wreck
f** it, time to break a neck
[Hook]