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Buckshot lyrics Take it to the Streets lyrics [Half A Mill] Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff (echo) [Chorus 2X: Blue Flame (all)] Yo where my thugs? (right here) T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets Soon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heat And we all true thugs, till we D-I-E [Swan] From Crow Hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular I blow domes for that paper, like a predator Pack gats, VP, best man, etc. I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya I get down for mine, I get crunk I got that crip black, and got skunk My niggas bust AR's, 4/5's, and pumps Shit to make ya body shift, make ya body jump Take it to the heat, take it to the street Less they short, ain't no talkin shit, take it to my meat, bitch You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar Sittin on a Beretta, niggas ain't seein this Wish upon a star, that they can be in this Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters Gettin away, I'm on the low, around the way, now [Chorus 2X] [Blue Flame] Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain I speak thug slang, only real niggas roll wit me Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me Niggas be talkin shit, yeah, but it's all bluff Only niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus Believe that, niggas don't come around where we be at Soon as we see ya face it be like ";Yo, son where the heat at?"; Yo represent where the fuck you from Cuz when you go back in the hood, them niggas go want to snuff you son Like Franklin, Nostrum and Utica Avenue Only blocks I'm namin right now, niggas'll clap at you Not to mention the block that I'm from Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn I'm sick [Buckshot] Real recognize real, Crown Heights to Crow Hill Pop ya niggas like pills, plus I got mills What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill This is real life shit, thug passion Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away UPS thieves, next day package Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall Nigga hold this four-four, you want war? What you think I came for Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash This is it, bitches wanna swallow my dick like Slim Fast Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a cast This is it, nigga duck the blast [Chorus 4X] Other Buckshot lyrics: Intro (Games People Play) lyrics Follow With Pride lyrics My Bitches and My Niggaz lyrics Trapped lyrics I'll Be Damned lyrics Glide With Me lyrics Take Your Time lyrics Breath Control lyrics Boom Bye Bye lyrics Feel It lyrics Ladies N Gentlemen lyrics Heavy Weighters lyrics Final Words lyrics |