9th Wonder & Buckshot

9th Wonder & Buckshot - You lyrics

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[Verse 1: Buckshot]

Running out of time

You’re running out of lines

Your shit is too simple, use your mind

I rewind time like DeLoreans

Just to bring you back to the spot where they brought me in

All-black trees on the side of the boots

Walk through the room and it’s like Shaka Zu

But I could do incredible

Un-legible when I write, so my head’ll do it

Pysch! I get high all night

So I strap my pen in my hand and ride on the lines like

No stop signs, no yield

Just “No, Buckshot. Yo, chill”

I build empires ‘cause you been fired

I told son, pipe down, you’ve been wired

That’s why I trust a few

And I hope I could trust in you

Yeah, you

[Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin]

No one, no one

I’d be no one without ya

Roll one, smoke one

And blow your stresses out ya

Don’t care bout who they think is cool

Or how these labels move

Cause we do it all for you

For you

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

I never was the type of guy to be selfish

Make excuses for greed or feed helpless

See where my belt is? That’s my waistline

Only time I sag is if my wallet drag -- fine

You could look down or you could look up

Either way, when you look now, you looking at Buck

But see, the “e” with the “o” connected

Little man did it all for dough, he’s so respected

When the game said, oh, forget him, he ain’t gonna last

I hauled ass til your car crashed

Dru Ha went in the stash, unlimited cash

Wrote a check for the next act, he did it and laughed

I did too (Why?) cause I remember days when the crew

Was so poor, niggas couldn’t afford to chew

Now we pull up to your door like, who?

My reply is, I’m BDI and the token is you, yeah you


[Verse 3: Buckshot]

We black out, turn the lights off

Teddy Pendergrass, got the stash and your wife go

That’s my guy

Never got signed to a major -- why?

In the end, I gotta get mine from the start

And if I sign and somebody tell me nah, I’mma bark

Little finger, Buck do the same shit to bang through

And my money right

To be frank, too, I’m alright

I’m alight, be a big one

And nobody’s gonna do it like this one, two, three

All the way up to nine

And I split more Dutches than lines

I’m a crime in myself

No help that I fuck with nine

Millimeter, cause this diva’s blowing up your spine

You could feel it like Anita, you fine

I shine, you shine -- this time, I’m talking to you

Yeah, you


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