No way I'ma sit back   And listen to you gay niggaz chit chat   Hey mister big cat, I lay where ya click's at   No joke, if it's broke, Buck'll fix that      Bud like a six pack, chicks love to touch me   And muthafuckas think I'm rusty?   I tarnish the armor, trust me   I'm just that nice, wanna cut me?      Adjust that knife or it might get ugly   'Cuz, I'm too close, to my gold equip   Wanna fight me, you might see swollen lips   'Cuz I, get around like Pac, sit around blocks      Move with a crown on my top, they call me Dotta OP   Why? they know I represent Achi   Not a song, not a flick, but you can stand by me   'Cuz I, hold you down like dead weight now      But wait, weight is weight, we about to skate now   So how many, nah better yet, whose ready   If you ready, just say, Buck don't bet      No way   No way   No way   No way      You cowards think we goin' out? No way   You catch Steele off point, nigga, no day   Lick a four spray, fuck foreplay, I don't play   You ain't havin' it, you gangsta, you don't say      Word, B, you wanna go to war with me? Okay   No more Mr. Nice Guy, come with me   Gun hid away, in a hideaway when I ride your way   Hit you up, then coolin' casually, slide away      By the way, you'll hardly find me, out of haze   These days, alot of these rappers rather imitate   What I demonstrate, boy, I'm original   Criminal, set trends, respect the General      I ain't mad cha, I take business personal   I might blast at cha   Hit at me, I get right back at cha   Straight snatch ya up from under ya desk and just pimp slack ya      No way   No way   No way   No way      Son, I'm heated, heated, like Fahrenheit   Hot like Buckshot's flows and rhymes damage ya life   Now you lookin' for the ambulance lights   The police lights, I run these nights, get ya shit right      A scar keep you heated for life, no way   A mark on your face, you know that ain't right   Son, you ain't that tough, so   Stop actin' like you throw blows      I'm a gun play nigga, I stick a blast in   You a runway nigga, stick to fashion   If I go broke tomorrow, I'ma borrow again   Business is never part of your friends, but then again      It's a shame how niggaz act when they approach us   Buck and Boot Camp, is like fuckin' with roaches   You need a black flag for that   Better yet, you need a black body bag for that      They act like, it's all love   (No way)   When we come through, we ain't showin' you no love   They act like, it's all cool   (No way)   When we come through, watch my niggaz act fool      They act like, it's all love   (No way)   When we come through, we ain't showin' you no love   They act like, it's all cool   (No way)   When we come through, watch my niggaz act fool      No way   No way   No way   No way