Buckshot's Freestyle Joint

(Buckshot)
 Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop
 Buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cock
 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 nigga down
 With my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy
 Because I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitches
 Break you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound
 Fill it in your muthafuckin' chest on the ground, get down
 Nigga, 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 nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dick
 Because I'm like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminal
 Type shit, when I grab the mic, you be like 'yo, I wanna do hype shit'
 Ups, ups, and aways wes goes
 I can rock the mic because I got mad flows
 Like, this, that, dilly, dally
 Last time I fucked your fucking girlfriend Sally
 In the alley, right up the anal
 She was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain too
 My type of ass like the glass filled with grass
 When I'm on your dick, you know I shine like brass
 Niggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strength
 And when I fucked 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 brung 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 dick
 So yo, yo, just come and flip a script
 (5FT.)
 Back up off this little trip
 To pull the muthafuckin' dozen, give a dick
 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 muthafuckin' bloodstream
 Bust a bitch 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 muthafuckin' mind
 It's time for me to get ill, and commit 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, fuck it
 (Buckshot)
 Inside of the mind, I see
 I'm the type of nigga that you call a mad freak
 Cuz I'm a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, be
 In your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like claws
 Always break laws, cause I hate the fucking devil
 Niggaz be on my dick, cause I'm a hardcore rebel
 Look at the 85, you'se a dumb, deaf and blind
 I'm the type of nigga, 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
 A nigga 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 shit, 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 fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb
 We never gave a damn, we went blow for blow
 Niggaz were on our dick, because we're toe to toe
 And niggaz pulled out knives and razors
 But we pull out the muthafuckin' infered lazer
 Right to the head, now pull, nigga
 I'mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40
 On the block, to park the yard
 Niggaz be on my dick because I say that I'm God
 Why, cause I'm God, cause I manifest the puss'
 What? And I'mma catch you down
 When I hit you with the push in the mush
 In the green, from the textbook
 Like the Holy Koran, when I drops the bomb
 I'mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me
 If I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or with
 But if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it
 Now I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it
 Yo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?