| Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness |
| Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist |
| Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd |
| Somebody put out a hit out and tried to shot me |
| But I still came out, lookin all clean and lean |
| Muthafuckas wanna be on my team, so they fiend |
| To be in my jean, put a monkey wrench in my startin bench |
| But I gotta quench my thirst first, when I take liquid to the throat |
| Lubricate the path as my words float |
| Up and down cuz muthafuckas be on my crown |
| So they sound like me, but they can’t write like me |
| It’s the BDI, bite me, can’t excite me |
| When you ignite me, like TNT, just the BDB |
| Representin Double D, flow wit me |
| Cuz I’m take ya on the breath hand side |
| Take you on the breath hand side |
| BDI’s the guy, now fly with me, now glide with me |
| If you ride wit me, it’s all right wit me |
| Now fly wit the BD, just fly wit me |
| Just roll wit the BD, just roll wit me |
| Cuz it’s a mission I’mma take you on, word is bond, word is born |
| Whatever you want, I got it |
| There’s a war goin on, inside my dome |
| Sometimes when I roam, I hope to make it home |
| Fuckin wit them trees from littie, littie |
| Make the body *coof* he-he-he-he |
| Now BD got the plan, if you want the clan |
| Come follow the man with the plan in his hand so we expand |
| Do it again, and again, try to kill me |
| I’m alive like Makaveli and my girlfriend’s |
| Doin the job, she diss her, come wit these |
| When BD can’t stop, it’s like I got a disease |
| I’m dissin one MC, after two MC |
| A true MC, can rock the party |
| Leavin everybody in the party wit dens |
| BDI get on the mic and put ya people in the trance |
| Take one glance, one look, BDI open up the book |
| And give a title, it’s vital, the ideal that I worship |
| Is for dough, and that’s myself whenever I flow, listen |
| You got to go on a mission and fly wit me |
| Just roll on a mission and come wit me |
| BDI is the guy, so ride wit me |
| If you need a guy, then follow crowdly |
| BD got the plan, what, what’s the plan now |
| BD got the plan, Buckshot, the man got |
| BD got the plan, just follow the God |
| I’mma follow wit pride |
| Lyrics for days, I blow out like, what’s that all about? |
| Buck, bout time you got out |
| Let me spread out and lubricate |
| Drop a jewel, to make the average fool hate, when I bust |
| But I bust, plus, everybody in the dust, slow down |
| Just us, dangerous, givin you somethin you like wit bounce |
| Buck got it by the ounce, let me announce |
| I’m on the rise, plus I keep those red eyes |
| Come try me on for size, I know you idealize |
| See some of y’all know me, and some of y’all don’t |
| Some wont, some ain’t, see, some can take the shit |
| Some can’t, fall out, fail out, when they fall they bail out |
| When the fall they call out, mamma, whenever the drama |
| Get higher, I’mma, bomb a, nigga, like it was the last time |
| And the last rhyme, BD got the flow |
| If you wanna follow me, follow wit pride |
| Let’s go, let’s move, keep ya body on the move |
| Nuthin to prove |