[Tek]. Dear Lord can you hear me?. Do I want them to respect or fear me. Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty. Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody. Pray for me now what makes a soldier?. I know it's no breaths til beef is over. Keep your guns warm my heart goes out to you Seth. And my cousin baby just died from crib death. Stay with me just hit me on the celly cell. I know sufferin' and pain really well. If it don't kill you it makes you strong. I think of the song "what's going on". When it's going wrong. [Buckshot]. When I act like it's love and I know it ain't. If it was up to you y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint. On my outfit like he ain't about shit. Before you talk about shit take your mitts of my mini fountain. See I had geeks and all y'all really had was feet. And you ain't never had a beef so why you had to speak. Fasten your seat and I'ma take ya on a mission nigga. I teach my own how to keep my own listen nigga. Get the check pay ya dues or pay ya respect. Or pay attention cuz I already paid the rest to just. Focus on the god as the God speak. Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street. And as far as we go you know how the squad see it. If it's love it's love if it's not so be it.... [Tek]. I put my love for boxing into everything. I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring. I'm military in the mind hood in the streets. Good nigga in the hearts nothing bout me weak. I open shop rent the blocks and call the shots. You get popped get knocked co-operate with cops. I get live survive at one sixty five. You nothin' like the god I'm out raw til I die. Smile for me kiss ya little child for me. I know the story going to bed feeling hungry. Wakin' up dirty all eyes on me. Blinded thug angel til my god call me. [Buckshot]. I brought you up from the ground up. Now you wanna run and say my sound suck. Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt. But ain't no buts when I come around. All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck". Get it right or get it wrong. What's my name Buckshot what ya name. Not in this song heh sorry no props today. Hard on the stretch fiends won no rocks today. Shame could of been in the game but now what. You shine for an hour nobody dug ya style butt. The niggaz that be geesin' you up. Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut. Jesus it sucks your reason is what. You don't got one big deal you got guns. I got guns be for real we can get it on. Right now but stack up your money short. And I'm long right now I told you