Where It Goez Wrong

[Tek]
 Dear Lord can you hear me?
 Do I want them to respect or fear me
 Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty
 Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody
 Pray for me now, what makes a soldier?
 I know it's no breaths til beef is over
 Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth
 And my cousin baby just died from crib death
 Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell
 I know sufferin' and pain really well
 If it don't kill you, it makes you strong
 I think of the song, "what's going on"
 When it's going wrong
 [Buckshot]
 When I act like it's love, and I know it ain't
 If it was up to you, y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint
 On my outfit, like he ain't about shit
 Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain
 See I had geeks, and all y'all really had was feet
 And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak
 Fasten your seat, and I'ma take ya on a mission, nigga
 I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga
 Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect
 Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just
 Focus on the god, as the God speak
 Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street
 And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it
 If it's love it's love, if it's not, so be it...
 [Tek]
 I put my love for boxing, into everything
 I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring
 I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets
 Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak
 I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots
 You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops
 I get live, survive at one sixty five
 You nothin' like the god, I'm out raw til I die
 Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me
 I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry
 Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me
 Blinded thug angel til my god call me
 [Buckshot]
 I brought you up, from the ground up
 Now you wanna run and say my sound suck
 Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt
 But ain't no buts when I come around
 All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck"
 Get it right, or get it wrong
 What's my name, Buckshot, what ya name
 Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today
 Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today
 Shame, could of been in the game, but now what
 You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt
 The niggaz that be geesin' you up
 Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut
 Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what
 You don't got one, big deal, you got guns
 I got guns, be for real, we can get it on
 Right now, but stack up, your money short
 And I'm long right now, I told you