[Buckshot]
Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop
Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon [bad word] Non stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jock
So I got flocks to carry glocks for the cops
Niggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin Avenue
Whatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that L
Let's get with the buddha session, back a [bad word] down
With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy
Because I hate [bad word]  head to the neck to the leg full of stitches
Break you [bad word] down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound
Fill it in your [bad word]  chest on the ground, get down [bad word]  don't try to fight back
You be writing rhymes, and I be like, 'yo, you ain't write that'
I heard it from my [bad word]  and I see him down the way niggaz be on my [bad word] Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal
Type [bad word]  when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype [bad word] 
Ups, ups, and aways wes goes
I can rock the mic because I got mad flows
Like, this, that, dilly, dally
Last time I [bad word] your [bad word] girlfriend Sally
In the alley, right up the anal
She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too
My type of [bad word] like the glass filled with grass
When I'm on your [bad word]  you know I shine like brass
Niggaz on my [bad word]  because I gots mad strength
And when I [bad word] the girl, but it bleed
I go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my head
Niggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was dead
I thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained
On the last time, on the rhyme, you [bad word] pain
To all the other MC's, like my man, Five FT
Niggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic please
Slapped on your skills, didn't think you had it
Your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic
Give a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your [bad word] So yo, yo, [bad word] and flip a script

[5FT.]
Back up off this little trip
To pull the [bad word]  dozen, give a [bad word] So, don't you dare, press your luck
The war has begun, and I'mma about to get in
Flip a script, pick a target & I shoot to kill
Cuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right
Prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right
I blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I mean
When I get mad, I go the [bad word]  bloodstream
Bust a [bad word] in her throat and watch blood spill
As I get, an ill do, she die for her own will
I'm sending bodies after bodies to the morgue
And with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard
Of jealousy, I feast the heart to body parts
As I spark up that L and get dirty after dark
One time, as I blow your [bad word]  mind
It's time for me to get ill, [bad word] a mad crime
I went off throat, but, I keep the flow going
Keep it going, keep it up and going, and I'm just showing you
Just a little bit, of my lyrical skills
When I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flip
And I rip, it's time to be - ahhh, [bad word] it

[Buckshot]
Inside of the mind, I see
I'm the type of [bad word] that you call a mad freak
Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be
In your [bad word] drawers, yo, sharp like claws
Always break laws, cause I hate the [bad word] devil
Niggaz be on my [bad word]  cause I'm a hardcore rebel
Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind
I'm the type of [bad word]  that flip the script, I hit from behind
Like my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the under
Yo, where's my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-a
[bad word] like me, because I've been ya man for years
Word up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years
And all the type of [bad word]  that we did, me just can't hang with
We grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with
Niggaz on two-third, word up, served
When we got [bad word] up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb
We never gave a [bad word]  we went blow for