(Buckshot). Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av.. You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core. Brother, you better check the shit I got in store.
I'm about to be a millionaire. Money on the street, like doves. Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug. Muthaf**kas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay.