Worldwind (Remix) lyrics

[Buckshot]
Buck Buck Buck, stay in the cut
Try to f*ck wit this, you get two to ya gut
n*gga what, what? All that sh*t you poppin is irrelevant
You talkin for the hell of it, you need to back the f*ck up
Before you get clacked the f*ck up, on some '86 sh*t, jack the f*ck up
Bring da ruckus, all these thorough n*ggas that's among us
Put a bullet in your lung-us, listen
I ain't gonna ask ya n*ggas why ya diss
Cuz when I aim I never miss, my gun'll leave you breathless
Blow out ya chest and leave you chestless, you tasteless
I can't respect ya n*ggas, cuz you can't face this
n*gga named Buck, in the flesh, what?
Yeah, I seen ya lookin but ya mouth stay shut
But, you get you throat cut steppin the wrong way
f*ck the foreplay, pus*y, bong 'em all day

[Chorus 3X]
This is what is sounds like, when you're caught in the worldwind

[Buckshot]
You need to back the f*ck up, before you get clacked the f*ck up
On some '86 sh*t, jack the f*ck up
Let me tell ya n*ggas my name, I'm Buckshot
I rock all spots, and I stay on the block
Wit lot's of n*ggas who say f*ck the cops
Cuz every time we in the street
They think we sweet, like we butterscotch
So I gotta turn it up a notch
And keep the extra Glock inside the crotch
And take ya n*ggas back like I'm Mayor Koch
To the days of crack birth, that's when ya got smacked first
If you didn't have your G up, on you re-up
They pop n*ggas like you, drop n*ggas like you
On the real, I never really liked n*ggas like you
But I still, see you snakes walk pass the jakes
On the regular, in Bucktown and put you in you're place
Glock to ya face now, time to face the tune, you ain't a killer
What n*gga, fake dealer, on the real-a
Ya n*ggas need to chill a little bit
And stop talkin sh*t and sit off my did-ick
[Chorus 4X]

[Hook 4X]
Duck Down n*gga, what what?

[Buckshot]
Buck flow with the speed of a bobsled
Bust led to the head, plus I stay red
Every time I think about the dead
I think about what Makaveli said, lick a shot, f*ck the one's who bled
In this MC sh*t, we agree sh*t got outta hand
But they ain't stop the plan, uneffective
No respect for this, but my perspective is
n*ggas who walk the path of the straight and narrow
We could rule the land like Pharaohs
Plus enjoy the bone to the marrow, delicious
Eat 'em up, and f*ck 'em real quick to break fast
Shatter n*ggas dreams like glass-a-ass
How many n*ggas wanna get with this sh*t?
Mix the booze and sip wit this, it's what it sounds like

[Chorus 7X]

[Hook 4X]

[Buckshot]
Just inhale, and exhale
Buckshot, I keep it real, I rock the spot still
I do it like, I do it like, I do it like
I do it like
[Chorus to fade]