( *DJ Evil Dee cuts up* ). (Don't front). [ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]. When I get bent I must represent no question. Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section. Roots hit me off lovely. Comin out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me. I'm easin on the Glock like "What up hop". Buck's pullin out on cops cause I want free Glocks. What the fuck bring your bitch-ass type brigade. Hittin them all hand guns and hand grenades. ( ? ) man that's wanted for murder. Got your block locked down so don't come any further. In my clip is a .22 dum-dum. Oh yeah I seen your moms I hit her off with a jum. Know what I'm sayin? Fret it or forget it. ( ? ) fly so I'ma still get paid I don't sweat it. I'm every MC's nightmare manifestin. A little shorty pushin the fact that I'm best in. This shit called hip-hop raise the throne. Kid don't front I got you open in your dome. [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]. Rest in peace to my niggas in the East. And all the real niggas that was shot by beast. Around the way all we do is spark mad ism. Ladies be like "Yo he's Buckshot right there that is him". But let's get with the cipher kid pass the eight. So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face. Word to Jah niggas can't touch me kid. Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid. Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit. On the real gettin played what I never did. Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas. The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers. Word to Herb lick shot with my verb. And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb. I never got caught by a undercover DT. ( ? ) can't see me. You grab mics from the ones I left broken. Kid don't front you know I got you open. [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]. Late at night I catch a buzz then I write. The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight. And be wantin to battle like every five minutes. But I'm in this like Guiness so that ass get finished. Straight from the floors of hell feel the flame. You faggot ass I heard your nickname's Blaine. I hit your brain and you felt the pain maintain. When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns. I vocal-throw the flow niggas be like "Yo how'd you do that?". Bitches be like "Yo who that you're all that yo true that". Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it. I used to make money now I just take it. I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete. Buckin niggas down cause they think shit is sweet. I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects. Ease out then flex in effect like Wreckx. Buck to your head now die is my slogan. Don't front you know I got you open