Buckshot - Clear Light lyrics

[Verse 1:] [Buckshot] These n***as be k**in For anybody watching Saying you getting money Them n***as broke as a dutch Everybody spending more than they make To be famous You wanna make it big Then start making payments You want big money You want big cars Got you in the big looks But not big bars Brahs shoot broads Come off at the van Right before you reach mine Right after you leave his Gee whiz, i'm blessed Because I keep my position like a gps I know plenty heads are stressed But I stress facts Checks is grown I dress in slacks Why lie, crazy high Pays [?] Put [?] style My style is fly Oooh You can call them business buffs Hard body and hard bottles Who is this f** Man what? Yo, yo It's going down Said it's the reject Yea, you gonna need this [Verse 2:] [Chelsea Reject] Took all the criticism Don't even know what you talkin bout Murder premedidated Tell the coroner bring the coffins out Cause ain't nobody's career saved Not even drake's Cause you can own it But I don't mean nobody can come and take it And I ain't saying names just to say sh** Remember My people came on a slave sh** Not austrians or racists So f** that n***a That's a run I came through I had to shoot Both the Glock and the boothe And I reloaded the gun Like my vision My word I do open Had to go in for all the ma**es of people Deal with masked emotions So bask in the moment Because it'll be over before you know it It's the reject they rejected between the opponent After hand thinking I'm way too potent (way too potent) Don't begin to treat the [?] The symbol of the mind Wind and fire Yup annihilation Then you beat that back [?] Why you even bother Why you even wanna try and rush k**in my flow Apocalyptic, no survivors [Verse 3:] [Buckshot] Hah I'm on the road to riches f** you sons of b**hes Daddy warbucks I f**s with the vicious [?] Dimmer week It's in my speech When I peek Through the window like a swift breeze Enemies die then I supply daily I supply really Really? How many n***as who step up to the plate n***a pa** first base I'm out the gate Wait Barry bonds Mary barden Begging Half a cookie Rookie One laning Listen my mission Make money Make moves Do what I gotta do for my whole crew Some young Some old Some smack dead in the middle of the bullsh** sold Let's take it to the next higher gear Vip money Get money on the next flight [Outro:] It's going down [x3] [Let's get it]