| Just give me two seconds of ya time, I’mma take ya shine | 
| If you got a bad bitch, this gon' make her mine | 
| Once she hear the LP, a/k/a the album | 
| By any means necessary, I will do a Malcolm | 
| On the God, fix, the thirty yard six | 
| Dominican Republic, never heard of y’all shit | 
| They dig me, cuz I did me, swiftly | 
| Hit trees with my overseas mc’s, then breeze | 
| Them please, all of them niggas is good for | 
| Is talkin', they love walkin' on knees | 
| I cock and squeeze when I shower many | 
| Show a little love, every now and them, if I was them | 
| Fuck my enemies, I smoke my little trees | 
| Show love to my seeds, and put my hours in | 
| But that was then, and this is right here, right now | 
| We can do it Apollo 10, listen up | 
| How we do it, they wanna know | 
| How the gods can flow, we bring the arsenal, they like | 
| How we do it, we keep it crackin' | 
| Ain’t no slackin', we lovin' to make it happen, they like | 
| How they do it, ain’t no question | 
| What we reppin', got them steppin, oh yea | 
| How they do it, anytime you really want the answer | 
| Call me and my mans up | 
| First of all, let’s cut through the chase | 
| And get right to the bottom line | 
| You know the face, nigga, now the rhyme | 
| Rap is not a crime, though I’m killin' 'em | 
| Fo’five millin' 'em, Dru, send the bill to them | 
| So I can let them know how I rock dog Pepsi | 
| And the sock, don’t rep me on your block, dog | 
| I do it for the indies, the independents | 
| Who rhyme from the last penny, up until the last dime | 
| I don’t play games at all | 
| I’m at the bottom where the flames engulf, brains come off | 
| Brave us off, it don’t matter, when ya face up north | 
| It’s no laughter | 
| Everybody seen the joke after, choke half the | 
| The niggas in ya frontline, or in ya back up | 
| One time, duke, you betta know who you dealin' with | 
| No card, this is God, you hard of hearin' shit? | 
| Listen up | 
| Let it be known, Buck be ahead of the throne | 
| The only nigga that’s ahead of his own, I stay on p | 
| Like they on me, when they all see | 
| That I’m all that, and they just jealous, and can’t be | 
| Hopin' I fall again, but every time you pop off a pistol | 
| You call my name, (Buckshot) | 
| No need for amnesia, I need ta, spit a sick verse | 
| For you, set off your seizure | 
| Shake ya body and ya knees up | 
| Ease up, weeze up in this bitch | 
| Spark them trees up, you look like you need Buck | 
| Well he’s up, in the crib, til you pay the kid | 
| Pull your fees up, please, me with a visa? | 
| He’s a, black Ebenezer, hate all you scheezers | 
| Like me, I don’t like you neither | 
| But your rap beats is soft, call Alicia Keys up |