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Buckshot - You Can't Fuck With Us lyrics

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(feat. Steele & Swan)

[Swan]

Ah, heard ya niggas wanna murder we

Huh, what? Probably you never heard that we

Droppin bombs, who that be? Mr. Swan

Here to kill our rivals on CD-ROM

Be, Generals ST & BD, bout to make history, just like graffiti

You can't fuck wit it, it's the topic

So wit no further adieu, please drop it

[Buckshot]

Frustration, builds upon the master of the ceremony

The master of the ceremony, is the M.C. on stage

But, if it's BDI, then you'll be in a daze

Trapped in my double D, like you in a maze

The God Don Rullian, said word is bond, BD it's time to shine

So my number one role is to get rid of the swine

Devil in the blue dress, wit the brooder finesse

The black robe and the black vest

[Steele]

Oh, someone whose quick to come around you

Leave from around you, then they talk about you

Someone constantly try to down you

Get down and then they try to hound you

You can't fuck wit a nigga like that

Can't fuck wit us, cuz our shit's so phat

Fit like a cold frigid iceberg sittin in the freezer

Be the one's makin your spot hot like the heater

Watch me K.I.M. wit the speed of a cheetah

Me and my sons, like DJ'in wit them Adidas

Soarin, tourin, over the bullshit

So you know the camp that you can't fuck wit

[Chorus x6]

You can't fuck wit us

[Buckshot]

What's that shit, it's some shit called jealousied

I think it's airborne, so I cover up my mouth and eyes

When I get around mad niggas, up in the club, downin mad liquor

As they drink, I proceed to think

whose the first one to make the comment

That, Buck ain't shit, behind my back

The God ST predicted this shit, I'm sick of this shit

It's two many niggas on my licorice shit

Sweatin BDI for a flick, but you can't fuck wit this, nigga

[Steele]

Considerin everything that I'd been through

Got me lookin for someone else to get into

To satisfy my needs, but ain't no satisfyin greed

So it seems what I need is all mental

In the struggle I strive to keep my eyes on the prize

But the prize keeps missin my reach

I realize, that the closer I get, the further it seems

Am I wide awake, or am I livin the dreams

I see myself in the big scheme, elevatin

Me and my fam will amount to many great things

So don't think you can fuck wit us, you can't fuck wit us

[Chorus to fade]

[Buckshot rhymin simply in the background]

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