Now Way feat. Steele

歌詞

(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