[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]. Jump up. All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once. I'm bringin it back back to the original crook. Flippin the hook like flippin a book. Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin. It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin. The original comin through with the boogaloo. What you gon' do to the crew make way for the brothers who. Will quick react bust a cap breakin your back. And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack. You shoulda got with the Shot lyrical Glock. Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock. So ease out selector play that shit. For all my niggas locked down play that shit. For all my niggas Uptown play that shit. And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split. So polly I'ma give you every page. Bustin the gauge light it up now come in the stage. [ CHORUS ]. Jump up. (Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty). [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]. If you want it bring on your army troop I'm with it. Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it. From the front - ugh from the back - ugh. Load the clip hit em up with the back in his fuckin back. You better run fucker. The original is a real gun lover word to mother. Buckshot come test me if you wan dead. And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head. So I can see shit slow. I'm bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow. A mind master rhyme lyrical blast a bitch. I own the flow you know I mastered it. What picture a nigga droppin me. Ain't shit stoppin me you're cockin me. I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas. At the count of three squeeze your trigger. On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook. From the ( ? ) after hook after hook. You know I Got Cha Opin Make Take Munne Munne. Ack Like U Want It ain't a damn thing funny. Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun. Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson. [ CHORUS ]