Feat. Buckshot
Buckshot Oh No
Yeah, uhh uhh uhh. Oh No yeah
B.D.I.
This is for everybody, that starve in this shit
Yall ready? I see yall
Oh No
Ay, this is for my hustlin niggaz
With so much to handle aint no feelin in they fingers
That travel deep, even without they niggaz
Cause the real knows that they still with us
My every day is no different than you and yours chillin
Im cold, like pops when he was out in the road
Told that we gonna make a million name is M.J. or Oh No
And every move is major independent without it bein slow roll
Tryin to smile goin through the bad times
Thats why I stay high, and bang loud when I drive by
My eyes slightly shut, wide open
Im watchin the time go by holdin in slow motion my hands
Cant take it back to the time back then
But I can get with Buckshot and start it over again
This is hip-hop like when it began without the chains
And the trends to the ends be as real as it gets
Chorus x2 Buckshot
You can get yours, cause Ima get mine
All we do is hustle, all day on the grind
It aint a game how I live it
Insane how I live it, no fame how I live it
Buckshot
Theres a war goin on outside no man is safe from
You can run but you cant hide your face from
I take them to the blocks where the cops
Let off shots for fun, this is Brooklyn son
One, two, what yall gonna do
When they kick in the door, put your face on they boots like
Uhh, this aint game, this is real life
The shotty steel like, you see what your body feel like
Darkness, now you see the light from the arsonist
Set fire to the world, stompin this
Timbaland in that man chest cavity
Step to me emphatically, you know its a tragedy
Thats why I shine like halogens
With my hustle and my hooligans stay hollerin
Polishin, weak niggaz off like old leathers
You wanna step up, but you know better
Chorus
Buckshot
Oh, No, B.D.I.