[Featuring Busta Rhymes]



(verse 1 -- Buckshot)



Buck Spread Love Like The Pope But I Never Spread False Hope



I Bring The Bomb Squad Close



Rock You With A Dose Of TNT



What You Ain't Believe In Me?



I'm Comin' Back From Of These Who Be Thievin' Me



I'm Incredible Also Edible



Rock It In The Stage Show, See Me In The Interview



Wanna Be Worldwide But You Get With I



You Try, You Die



Don't Deny The Fact That You Got Your Back Blown By Bronoculars



The Way I'm Rockin' Ya And Drop Toppin' Ya



Nolo Go For Dolo And We Tallyin'



All My Outlaws Form A Rally And We Bomb First Fool



Pull The Toll, See What Happen If You Hesitate



I Cut Your Blood Supply Short, It's Your Fault



You Got Caught In The Onslaught



(hook -- Busta Rhymes)



Yo In The Onslaught Your Lives Got Caught



Now We Can Run The Full Court All In A Blood Sport



And While We Hold The Fort Cut Ya Like Live Shorts



Feel The Pressure Burn Wild Like (comin' For You)



(verse 2)



I Used To Sit Back And Let A Lot Of Clicks



Get To My Head, Wanted To Dead A Lot Of Clicks



Broke Wit' No Chips, Frontin' In The Game Wit'



A Little Record Deal But Still Drive The Same Whip



It's A Shame Ain't It, The Vision That They Show You In The Videos



Would Really Make You Think That You Got The Ghetto, Oh



Don't Get Me Wrong, I Ain't Tryin' To Stay



But Yo, At The Same Time I Ain't Tryin' To Run Away



A Lot Of Family Get Left Behind



Back On The Block Still Left To Grind, Some Still Do Crime



Some Do Time, But No Matter What



None Of My Heads Keep An Empty Shell Inside The Nine



Cock Back, Buck On The Evil Dee Track And Make The Mind React



Smoke A Fat One Listen To Buck And Get Black



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