Now Way

(feat. Steele)
 (Buckshot)
 No way I'ma sit back
 And listen to you gay niggaz chit chat
 Hey mister big cat, I lay where ya click's at
 No joke, if it's broke, Buck'll fix that
 Bud like a six pack, chicks love to touch me
 And muthafuckas think I'm rusty?
 I tarnish the armor, trust me
 I'm just that nice, wanna cut me?
 Adjust that knife, or it might get ugly
 Cuz, I'm too close, to my gold equip
 Wanna fight me, you might see swollen lips
 Cuz I, get around like Pac, sit around blocks
 Move with a crown on my top, they call me dotta op
 Why? they know I represent achi
 Not a song, not a flick, but you can stand by me
 Cuz I, hold you down like dead weight now
 But wait, weight is weight, we about to skate now
 So how many, nah better yet, whose ready
 If you ready, just say, Buck don't bet
 "No way"
 "No way"
 "No way"
 "No way"
 (Steele)
 You cowards think we goin' out? No way
 You catch Steele off point, nigga, no day
 Lick a four spray, fuck foreplay, I don't play
 You ain't havin' it, you gangsta, you don't say
 Word, b, you wanna go to war with me? ok
 No more Mr. Nice Guy, come with me
 Gun hid away, in a hideaway when I ride your way
 Hit you up, then coolin' casually, slide away
 By the way, you'll hardly find me, out of haze
 These days, alot of these rappers rather imitate
 What I demonstrate, boy, I'm original
 Criminal, set trends, respect the general
 I ain't mad cha, I take business personal, I might blast at cha
 Hit at me, I get right back at cha
 Straight snatch ya up from under ya desk and just pimp slack ya
 "No way"
 "No way"
 "No way"
 "No way"
 (Buckshot)
 Son, I'm heated, heated, like fahrenheit
 Hot like Buckshot's flows, and rhymes damaze ya life
 Now you lookin' for the ambulance lights
 The police lights, I run these nights, get ya shit right
 A scar keep you heated for life, no way
 A mark on your face, you know that ain't right
 Son, you ain't that tough, so
 Stop actin' like you throw blows
 I'm a gun play nigga, I stick a blast in
 You a runway nigga, stick to fashion
 If I go broke tomorrow, I'ma borrow again
 Business is never part of your friends, but then again
 It's a shame how niggaz act when they approach us
 Buck and Boot Camp, is like fuckin' with roaches
 You need a black flag for that
 Better yet, you need a black body bag for that
 (Chorus x2: Buckshot)
 They act like, it's all love
 When we come through, we ain't showin' you no love
 They act like, it's all cool
 When we come through, watch my niggaz act fool