Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
See that sh*t right here
Feel that n*gga Buckshot
Listen this is the realest muthaf*ckin herb
This is called Freestyle
For all you n*ggas that ain't even clear up on this sh*t
Don't know what's goin now
Listen close, this is called a freestyle

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
A lot of n*ggas are jealous of Buckshot (say what?)
I hear it everyday on my block
I heard you did a album with 2Pac
Yeah motherf*cker, thugadon till I drop
And what not, watch the spot get blown
Two heads flown, can't stop me now motherf*cker
I'm in the zone
Baby you ready to go home, cuz I'm ready to bone
The don king of rap sitting on the throne
Juice truck, who's that? That's Buck
Representing N.Y.C., n*gga, it got to be
Ben Frank, small but I got tall money in the bank
Strong arm them n*ggas with shanks
You better thank God, motherf*cker, times is hard
Real n*ggas know sh*t stink
[break]

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
All my jewels cost an arm and leg
Smoke sh*t right to the head
Nuff said, I'ma speak this
Loud voice, no choice motherf*cker
I'ma break a meter, even if the sound don't come through
I give it to you in a form a liquid you can drink too, think too
Got a mink too, platinum too
Buck is like a tank, and I'ma flat them too
Get that b*tch talk, I put a cap in her too
Put the gat inside her mouth and put a gap in her too
What the dilly yo? I'm in it for the women and the profit
I just can't stop it
Don't knock it, I'm addicted to the Freestyle
Just like a drug, Buck the B.D. Thug bust slugs
n*gga what?
You get two to your dove, f*ckin wit this n*gga
I ain't no joke

[break]

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
Buck's no joke, I'm like smoke
Here I come creepin thru the door
Seepin thru ya pore, make you do your chores
Buck Buck smoke the spliff, dumb the ash motherf*cker
Get ya clean the floor
See I gotta explore the mic, can't ignore the mic
Gotta be on tour with the mic
Rollin up the black from dust to dust
Buck is like a burner, c*ck back and bust
Four clip, ready for the bullsh*t
As soon as the target's on sight, n*gga pull sh*t
Don't wait, aim straight, point it at his plate
If he e it's fates, if it don't wait
n*gga's don't know, Buckshot rock don status n*gga
I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo
f*ck around and get freaky wit ya main ho
At my show, n*gga what
You get two straight to your guns, you didn't know Buck was the sh*t
I ain't the one to f*ck with