Ladies N Gentlemen Lyrics - Singles - Buckshot

[intro] 

Party people in the place to be 

Party people in the place to be 

Party people in the place to be 

Ladies n gentlemen, he's bdb 

A.k.a. you host for the evening 

By your people, he believin in fake mc's 

[buckshot] 

A lot of y'all, think you know it all 

Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the party on the wall 

Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance 

She fuckin wit buck, I'm on the move, you understand 

Stupid, wise up and get intelligent 

See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant 

Teachin, when I'm on the streets and 

When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin 

The purpose, no longer am I nervous 

I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to blow you 

When I do this, don't act like it's a shock to you 

If I shock you when you bow down, say true 

Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general 

But generally speakin, I didn't even know you 

But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind 

Saw the same plan, ended at the same time 

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[chorus] 

Party people in the place to be 

Party people in the place to be 

Party people in the place to be 

Ladies n gentlemen, he's bdb 

A.k.a. you host for the evening 

By your people, he believin in fake mc's 

Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin 

You know that I shall proceed 

[buckshot] 

I can't wait to get rid of y'all captain crunch niggas on the mic 

One hit wonders, scared of the under, i'mma bring the light 

To make ya niggas come out of the closet 

You might have to see me in the party, watch it 

I set the flame, see usually the aim is 

To burn down the cane field, must remain real 

Keep the stainless steel 

Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real 

Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill 

I will take ya niggas right above the hill 

And everybody got the skill, one spliff 

Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out 

Everybody call out, it's the black, that make you lay back in the cut 

And ask "what the fuck is that? " nigga chill, relax 

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[chorus] 

[buckshot] 

I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse 

When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse 

Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this 

The vocalist, every time I told you this 

You told me that you knew in that I owned you this 

What owned you this? my niggas be retaliate 

Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate 

How we don't fuck around wit y'all 

We might bring the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya 

Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence 

Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin 

Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them 

Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him 

Got him 'cause he want to be the talker and the big spender 

Until he got hit, bump the fender 

Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit 

Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid 

[chorus]