PaperPlatoon - Bus Stop lyrics

[Intro: Chin Check sample] A pencil, a pen, or a Glock I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean Titanium, criminal minded, swift D-R-E with that f** a b**h sh** (f** a b**h) (x2) God damn hoes, here we go again f**in with Ren, playin' to win (He got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin Same sh** you was f**in' with way back then We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin' G'ed up C'ed up motherf**er blaze the weed up We all on deck fool so put your heat up I stay on deck so me don't get wet Look my n***a, we can scatter like buckshots Let's get together, make a record, why the f** not? Why the f** not? Why the f** not? Why the f** not? [Verse: SPARK] Why the f** not? Buck shots at the bus stop Don't stop till the bus stop must stop Don't stop till they must drop, f** cops Gold Glock with the cufflink slot Game changing, no name sayin' Mask on, c**aine slangin' Tank rollin', we bang on em' Lord help us all They still try and find me tho Leave me the f** alone And they still try and find me tho (x2) [Sample] Well it be real n***as back with that hard street sh** They f** em' when I buck em' It's that n***a with the cool and mellow sh** fo' yo a** Take a n***a back It's that n***a with the cool mellow sh** (x4) [Verse: SPARK] And I hit em' with a compound bow, hopped out slow Arrow through the body like a pork style roast Sold her soul, sold some blow Rock make paper no Ro Sham Bo In shambles symbolic shaming their treatment is silent Preachers preaching their violence in time the Earth will be ours Amen