Worldwind (Remix) Lyrics

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Worldwind (Remix) Lyrics

by Black Moon

[Buckshot]

Buck Buck Buck, stay in the cut

Try to fuck wit this, you get two to ya gut

Nigga what, what? All that shit you poppin is irrelevant

You talkin for the hell of it, you need to back the fuck up

Before you get clacked the fuck up, on some '86 shit, jack the fuck up

Bring da ruckus, all these thorough niggas that's among us

Put a bullet in your lung-us, listen

I ain't gonna ask ya niggas why ya diss

Cuz when I aim I never miss, my gun'll leave you breathless

Blow out ya chest and leave you chestless, you tasteless

I can't respect ya niggas, cuz you can't face this

Nigga named Buck, in the flesh, what?

Yeah, I seen ya lookin but ya mouth stay shut

But, you get you throat cut steppin the wrong way

Fuck the foreplay, pussy, bong 'em all day



[Chorus 3X]

This is what is sounds like, when you're caught in the worldwind



[Buckshot]

You need to back the fuck up, before you get clacked the fuck up

On some '86 shit, jack the fuck up

Let me tell ya niggas my name, I'm Buckshot

I rock all spots, and I stay on the block

Wit lot's of niggas who say fuck the cops

Cuz every time we in the street

they think we sweet, like we butterscotch

So I gotta turn it up a notch

and keep the extra glock inside the crotch

And take ya niggas back like I'm Mayor Koch

To the days of crack birth, that's when ya got smacked first

If you didn't have your G up, on you re-up

They pop niggas like you, drop niggas like you

On the real, I never really liked niggas like you

But I still, see you snakes walk pass the jakes

On the regular, in Bucktown and put you in you're place

Glock to ya face now, time to face the tune, you ain't a killer

What nigga, fake dealer, on the real-a

Ya niggas need to chill a little bit

And stop talkin shit and sit off my did-ick



[Chorus 4X]



[Hook 4X]

Duck Down nigga, what what?



[Buckshot]

Buck flow with the speed of a bobsled

Bust led to the head, plus I stay red

Every time I think about the dead

I think about what Makaveli said, lick a shot, fuck the one's who bled

In this MC shit, we agree shit got outta hand

But they ain't stop the plan, uneffective

No respect for this, but my perspective is

Niggas who walk the path of the straight and narrow

We could rule the land like Pharaohs

Plus enjoy the bone to the marrow, delicious

Eat 'em up, and fuck 'em real quick to break fast

Shatter niggas dreams like glass-a-ass

How many niggas wanna get with this shit?

Mix the booze and sip wit this, it's what it sounds like



[Chorus 7X]



[Hook 4X]



[Buckshot]

Just inhale, and exhale

Buckshot, I keep it real, I rock the spot still

I do it like, I do it like, I do it like

I do it like



[Chorus to fade]