Rush Lyrics

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Rush Lyrics

by Black Moon

[Buckshot]

If I don't get in, I'm rushing

You can step aside or collide with this four five busting

No bluffing

Just niggaz in that

All black apparel with the barrels that spin back

Buck where you been?

I've been back

So now I'm on the map

And all I want is my bread, send that

Holding my shank

Rolling my tank

Roll a dank

Don't go to play

But I will roll a bank

Four, Five, Six niggaz in your spot looking at 'Shot

Thinking I'm sweet like apricots

That's when I let them know

I can be Teddy Pendergrass if you want me to let it go

I spit for life

Boot Camp Clik for life

Superman in the day with the kryptonite

Niggaz love how I grip the mic

Chicks love how I grip niggaz zip grab my dick and spit right

Game in your brain

I came in the game

With nothing left with the world knowing my name

It's nothing

You can keep huffing and puffing

But me and Evil Dee's at the door

And we all Bum Rush



[Chorus]

The labels [Rush]

The stores [Rush]

The stores [Rush]

The doors [Rush]

All yours [Rush]

The party [Rush]

Anybody [Rush]

For the shotty [Rush]

In your lobby [Rush]

The industry [Rush]

All my enemies [Rush]

To you feeling me [Rush]

Or to you rid of me [Rush]

The masses [Rush]

The Fastest [Rush]

And the C classes [Rush]

To my g's past [Rush]



[Buckshot]

This is Bucktown

Without Freddie Williams

Call me General Buck

Because I led millions

Whether chuck tailors or chuck Timbs

Fuck with him you might get your face crushed in Brooklyn

Franklin Avenue bring the crooks in

Everyday hustlers

Professional boofin

Slide your dame like greets in the vacant lot

Bust two shots make it hot

Chicks get naked a lot

You love that

When they take it a lot

You love that

Get the buzz back

I pray that you never get in my way

My guns slay motherfuckers when you get in my way

I'm Billy the kid

Shit, I really the kid

Shoot you in front of your kids

And been slid to the next state

Me and Beatminers on the way up

Quick to slay up the next tape

Fix your face

Don't miss the date

Some call me Mr. Hate

Cause I got a list to hate

Rules number one through eight it's all great

You can't relate

With this thirty-eight I'm rushing the door and can't wait



[Chorus]



[Buckshot]

Talking about how I can't come in

We bum rush

See them niggaz with no grins

They from us

We all got big ones to bust

Got a lot of niggaz for them niggaz who never did run for us

But respect ain't shit

When the tech spits two shots in your Lexus coupe and your neck splits

That's it, it's a wrap

You ain't know dissing that it get you clap

Fucking with 'Shot watch your back cause we coming through

Running through

Murdering too

Anybody can get it nigga including you

It's awful

Unlawful

How we kick down your door and your jaw hit the floor too

Back up a little bit

Give me some room

Niggaz ain't want to give props to the Moon

Cause I'm underrated

The underdog and the overrated

You know I made it but you still telling me know favors

Fuck you

Let's get it on right now

A lot of niggaz gone right now but I'm gone right now



[Chorus] x2