Freestyle

Black Moon

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    [Intro:]
    See that shit right here
    Feel that nigga Buckshot
    Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb
    This is called Freestyle
    For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit
    Don't know what's goin now
    Listen close, this is called a freestyle

    [Buckshot]
    A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)
    I hear it everyday on my block
    I heard you did a album with 2Pac
    Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop
    And what not, watch the spot get blown
    Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka
    I'm in the zone
    Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone
    The don king of rap sittin on the throne
    Juice truck, who's that? that's Buck
    Representin N.Y.C., nigga, it got to be
    Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank
    Strong arm them niggas with shanks
    You better thank God, muthafucka, times is hard
    Real niggas know shit stink

    [break]

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    [Buckshot]
    All my jewels cost a arm and a leg
    Smoke shit right to the head
    Nuff said, I'mma speak this
    Loud voice, no choice muthafucka
    I'mma break a meter, even if the sound don't come thru
    I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too
    Got a mink too, platinum too
    Buck is like a tank, and I'mma flat them too
    Get that bitch talk, I put a cap in her too
    Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too
    What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit
    I just can't stop it
    Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle
    Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs
    Nigga what?
    You get two to your dove, fuckin wit this nigga
    I ain't no joke

    [break]

    [Buckshot]
    Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke
    Here I come creepin thru the door
    Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores
    Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash muthafucka
    Get ya clean the floor
    See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic
    Gotta be on tour with the mic
    Rollin up the black from dust to dust
    Buck is like a burner, cock back and bust
    Four clip, ready for the bullshit
    As soon as the target's on sight, nigga pull shit
    Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate
    If he die it's fates, if it don't wait
    Nigga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status nigga
    I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo
    Fuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho
    At my show, nigga what
    You get two straight to your guns, you didnt know Buck was the shit
    I ain't the one to fuck with

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    Composición: Kareem Blake, C. Smith, Fred Wesley, J. Brown, Kool & the Gang y Walt Dewgarde

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