"Bundy shut your fucking ass... (Yo man we just recorded that!)". [Buckshot]. Yeah...the fuck. Look inside of the mind and see. Original heads check 1 2 3. Light em up Hawaiian cess bless my mind. Now I kick rhyme. For the nickel nine. Take a sip a wine. But E&J make a nigga laid. Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day. I represent the original head. Killing the original dead. Boo yaa! that's my nigga Dred. Blowing the spot Blaaw!!!. Fuck a philly Five got the dutch Buckshot got the Colin Powell. Check my dialect from my diaphragm. You got your nine by your waistline and. Me and my niggas don't give a damn. We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude kill a man. Timberland make me general. Roughneck wild. Big em up now. Bob Marley style. Cheek & Chong style. Like the bongstyle. That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now. I smoke so much Li I hallucinate. Ill visions in my head. Everybody must dead. [Chorus: x4]. Killing every nigga in sight. Killing every nigga in sight. Killing every nigga in.... I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li). I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li). Check the blahzay blah. I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul. I pack a 20 sack and watch a nigga fold. Don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches. It's all about the blunts. Fuck them stunts. Now what ya want is what ya get. Like biggety bitch bend over blow me. So I can feel the breeze. Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past. When I bust that ass base to ya check. Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper. Knock the head. Plus Knock the dred. All body dead. We be I and I be we cause we be family. Buckshot Five FT and Evil Dee. T to the R-E-V and the M to the E-E-C-H-E. All my niggas in the place to be. Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B. [Chorus]. I like the night if you like the night. I like the night. Bitchass niggas take flight. You want your gun I got your millimeter. I eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter. Right to way to serve the nigga on the curb. I love my niggas so my niggas puff herb. Now my niggas throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this). Original crooks never get dissed. If we get dissed. Niggas get that to the back. Five where he at?...(right here!). Another mission to be dissing. Now who do I be dissing bitches. God fuck the intermission. It's about killing the nigga. The one playing the bigger. The one playing the sucka ducks with my trigger. Feel the buck coming on in the set. Some Barley on the wreck. Fuck it time to break a neck. [Chorus]