Sweet 1993

I break, you take
Whatever type of shit the nigga buckshot makes
The incredible lyrical and original
You can kill a bull if you want to take it cool
Whatever I see I attack
Fuck up the back black nigga fuck that
The devil lurks in my heart yearns for it well
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye direct hit don't miss
But how many mc's must get dissed

Mister buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch get off my dick
I open up and boot em then I shoot em up
Whatever
I'm clev-ever 'cause I wear my leather in the winter
I enta da stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust em off somein awful
And then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
Ya shittin, ya ass thinkin I caught ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin shit to my man
So had to get em
Yep, you can get the fist
Whatever
But how many mc's must get dissed

Pain as a niggas brain I'm goin insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
Don't try to walk wit a switch bitch like your cute
You jus couldnt let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Prendsedara excetera yah right
So fuck what you heard its about gettin blipped
In 1993 motherfuckers get dissed