Teksty: Funkmaster Flex. Show Down.

Yo
Yo Buck, word up
Get up in 'em
Yo, it's that nigga from the tribe
Let these niggaz know, whassup son?
Funk Flex
Aight?

Bounce to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make 'em all flip
They all wanna piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think

Yeah baby, you know how we get down
Funk master Flex, knahmean?
Big up my man Dru Ha, big shout to my man Buckshot
My man Evil Dee, Mr. Walt, 5 Ft.
Whole boot camp clik, yeah, hot

Yo
Yo Buck
Yo
Yo Buck

Yo
Yo Buck
Yo
Yo Buck

Yo
Yo Buck, word up
Get up in 'em
Yo, it's that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggaz know, whassup son?
Aight?

Bounce to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make em all flip
They all wanna piece

Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think
When they ship come in, they ship won't sink?

Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down
So if you burn a bridge, how you gonna cross town?
Think about it now, and cry later
A motherfuckin' money maker so I die greater

And every time I get them visions in my head, everything is red
Gettin' high from the stimuli', very blurry eye dread
Said to be, Buck the B.D.B
When you smoke your sensimi' I hope you take out your seeds

And watch your back for them bitches who act shady
With another lady friend that try to serve you with gravy
Menage, I almost got caught, what could I say?
Fallin' for the lust I almost got bust Friday

But safely so got about a most high
Eased out yo, into some next bullshit I'm like

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All my hip-hop heads

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Mr. Buckshot