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Breath Control

Buckshot

The BDI Thug

1999

[Buckshot]
Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av.
You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core
Brother, you

Hero Theme [Dirty Version]

Infesticons

Hero Theme [CD/Vinyl Single]

2000

sand-blasted alabaster bastard
Gilded monogram, four heads commanded their commanders
Comin' up flat like South Park Marlon Brandos
Celebrates his

Blessed are they who spend their lives for peace 
Who are not deterred by the those who have given up
Who are not held back those who are afraid
And who do

just found out how
Put up a shroud, stream for the crowd
Play up the game, and the viewers could bow
Stay tough 'cause maybe the hate will get loud

and for you you you to back it up and dunk it
put your arms out front lean side to side
they gone be on you when they see
you hit that dougie right
ain't

Yup
(Hold up, this John?)
Yeah
I'm a Net this like I'm Jason Kidd
I'm legit
You wanna be somebody else
You counterfeit
I don't blend anybody boy
I'm

Its not the east or the west side, (no its not)
Its not the north or the south side, (no its not)
Its the dark side... (you are correct)
You can't

[talking]
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
Put ya lighters up, put ya lighters up
Mike Jones-Jones-Jones, I get...

to me you know to me?
To me and the Rydas up on your family tree
Cause everyday is something new
Now holla at Bullet yo whoo whoo
Everyday except

365 days in one year Dogg and about 85 bad bitches
Over there up against the wall
They all waitin' to be chose, clothes sweaty and shit
But all dey

by two
Break it up like fist fights
And push it all the way through
Let my chick set sail like my bro's on a cruise
Gutta music got stacks
We'd ball

smart
Got up in the field, I started trapping now I'm street smart
Rifle turned into a shotty told that nigga play his part
You gon make me go there, if I

inside of Guelo's house
I be so fly all my ways claim south
Winters coming, I embrace snow now
Yo soy el mero mero, con el Dos XXs
Me creo boss, let me

to off my face and I cant find my burna
Oi bun the rest simply the best, call me tina turner

 
Jordan Belfort wolf of wall street
Hold the bar up, drank

a different route
I pulled up in his house
I had to lay him down and knock him out (ayy, ayy)
Glock inside his mouth, my alibi was I was in the South (ayy,

Xietto
Soulker

Run up with a curse and a hearse, put 'em on a shirt
Cock back, leave your body in the dirt
Hands in your pocket, and hands in

rises up in the East but poof in the west it's at the ground
I can't have my life go south

I need navigation to change direction 
So I don't turn off my

screenplay Diallo or G. Floyd, we monsters, labeled, affirmation “I'm a king” to feel able, so many brothers by design grow & be an cbel, boys in blue follow

Woke up one morning 
Packed a bag to get away
Didn't know where I was going
Couldn't stay another day
Found the Cannery Row down by the South Bay

Something I can't do
This murder ain't a mystery
You won't have a clue
All you gon have is these tracks
Made by the abstract
And yo girl in some ash
Bitch I

Action touch down cause hell
Bitch I want static
No twenty one but I'm really a savage

Hold up Lil bro let me show em I'm savage ask
About me for you get

someone being killed once when I was 14
cnd I said you don't know where I've been
We were staying up heading South
We were looking for food
There was a song

ask me just yet to leave
The music's playing loud
From the living room where the sun invades
It lights things up, facing south
It invites me to stay
So

the slayer
Go and peel back layers 
Come see what i’m bout 
Real migo from the block 
Bitch I came out the South
Always riding for my gente 
You just do it for