Somebody call the morgue I just caught a DOA. Two to the head I shot the bitch in broad day. No joke I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks. I bust Mac-10s oo-wops and Glocks. Shit killin every nigga in sight. Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite. Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains. Burst in flames turn the mic into blood stains. Any thought I think you blink and drink death. So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left. 5ft. Excellerator greater than your crew. Bring in your whole mob muthafucka you're still through. Yo nigga where's my four-fifth?. I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit. Bring it on what I got no shame. Buckshot's in the house and you know my name. [ CHORUS ]. Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'. Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'. Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel'. I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill. [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]. Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick. Pass the automatic I'm about to flip. And spray niggas with my vocal ( ? ). Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest. And when I roll mad deep niggas back off. Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough. I don't laugh or joke I never choke on a blunt. But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want. So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo. When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe. And her nigga triggers I'm addicted to. Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew. You're wack face the fact you're all on my jock. Till the ehm tic-toc I don't pop. So yo make way so I can make my day. I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew. [ CHORUS ]. [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]. Watch your mouth nigga I heard you're talkin mad shit. If you're really on my dick bend take a lick. Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks. Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec. I spray no delay more jabs than Sugar Ray. I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake. Beats with mad funk pop the trunk. Play my tape while you lay back puff the skunk. I'm no joke I flip the script like De Niro. I'm a full-course meal you're a one-dollar Hero. I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done. Contracts and all that guns guns. So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat. Buckshot Shorty see I always stay strapped. With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline. Bitch you know my name bring it in. [ CHORUS ]