Buckshot - U Wonderin' lyrics

(Buckshot) & (Big Pooh) Yeah (Yeah) They wonderin' Ayo Pooh (Whaddup Buck?) Check this out (Ha?) I ain't got the answer dog (I got it either my n***a) And I'mma spread a little somethin'on 'em (Aight) You know the game is crazy I can't explain this sh** sometimes (Ay let them n***as know what's good, man) (Buckshot) From the news to the radio Radio to sattelite All I hear is n***as lookin Actin' like, matters like The most pathetic method to use Especially old dudes Who thinkin' they old news You blink, and you old school n***as know rules 'cause you can do what you want No, fool You should get ya sh** together Stay out the lobby 'Cause if you ain't selling records in the store, it's a hobby And you probably disagree f** it, this is me I've been here since '93 You've been here since finding me So, jot notes, take a lesson This is 'Shot, Smif N Wessun and Sean P The army posessin'automatic weapons With the exception of my brain I'll give 'em my grain, tryin' to break down the game For those who can't staind (stand), they lame when they starin' They lookin' at me wrong, when they hear this song what they hear is (Chorus: Buckshot) & (Samples) The wonderin' what's goin' down with the underground When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause (They wonder what's on my mind) When you see my face now (They wonder) When we come through deep (They wonder) When you see us in the street (They wonder what's on my mind) (Big Pooh) It's me Starin' face down the eyes of a barrell n***as wonder is he thorough, take a look at the kid This 3 years since some sh** that I did became a cla**ic Now I got this sh** wrapped up in plastic, ba*tards Speakin' on my talent, they way I pen these scriptures "Mothaf**, that n***a rap is riddic' (riddiculous)" God forgive me now, so I repent I'm on some f** you sh** 'Cause this year what they got, I'mma get This is What I call here a tropical storm, man Came in these lanes for the way they go on, an' (and) Sleep on my record You wonder what the f** is goin' on in my life I'mma tell you in a second First we got shafted on our first deal Our first lawyer fell for the fake n***a, and that's real Now it's all over, yo it's a new chapter Prepare for the rapture, I'm bakin' you son I'm on tune with myself, this is lyrical fitness Buck is here to witness, so hear these breaths 9th Wonder in control of the sets J. League and Boot Camp get the props n***a, in case you forget (Buckshot) & (Samples) The wonderin' what's goin' down with the underground When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause (They wonder what's on my mind) (Big Pooh) You mothaf**a's can't hold me J. League, B-C-C Beware of the L-B And next up is my mothaf**in' n***a Sean P! (Sean Price) Alot of mothaf**a's say they can rhyme Until they get in the booth Find out they ain't tellin' the truth Sean Price cash royalty checks Cop work, flip that, cop some more, then forget that I rap Yo, rap ain't real, my life is real If you rap out my life, f** around and get k**ed n***as always wanna ask if I'm Sean I'm like "chill, mind ya business" Give that man dap, and I'm gone Yo, see me alone, and see me with rock f** around, I see you with shots if I see you with cops n***as ask why I clap at the kids 'Cause I saw him last night, it wasn't right how he yapped to the pigs Yo, pop ya 'cris, I pop Hen' bottles Pop E pills, n***a, with top 10 models I'm back for revenge, and I'm back with no ends Big ruck when I rock, stop askin' a friend Yo, I'm 32 but the gauge is .12 And the fifth for these funny n***as, Dave Chappelle When Run-DMC was f**in' raisin' hell I was on the run from these D's, raisin' hell Kinda broke, couldn't raise the bell Called my man, he broke 2 f**in'(?) and a gauge for bail Beat the chase got my gauge right back as well With rap, you can say such amazin' tales, n***a