Dear Lord, can you hear me?   Do I want them to respect or fear me?   Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty   Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody      Pray for me now, what makes a soldier?   I know it's no breaths 'til beef is over   Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth   And my cousin baby just died from crib death      Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell   I know sufferin' and pain really well   If it don't kill you, it makes you strong   I think of the song, "What's going on"   When it's going wrong      When I act like it's love and I know it ain't   If it was up to you, y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint   On my outfit, like he ain't about shit   Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain      See I had geeks and all y'all really had was feet   And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak   Fasten your seat and I'ma take ya on a mission, nigga   I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga      Get the check, pay ya dues or pay ya respect   Or pay attention, 'cuz I already paid the rest   To just focus on the God, as the God speak   Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street      And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it   If it's love, it's love, if it's not, so be it      I put my love for boxing, into everything   I know the ropes, how to read the scale and work the ring   I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets   Good nigga in the hearts, nothing 'bout me weak      I open shop, rent the blocks and call the shots   You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops   I get live, survive at one sixty five   You nothin' like the God, I'm out raw 'til I die      Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me   I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry   Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me   Blinded thug angel 'til my God call me      I brought you up, from the ground up   Now you wanna run and say my sound suck   Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt   But ain't no buts when I come around      All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck"   Get it right or get it wrong   What's my name? Buckshot, What ya name?   Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today   Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today      Shame, could of been in the game, but now what   You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt   The niggaz that be [unverified] you up   Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut      Jesus, it sucks, your reason is what?   You don't got one, big deal, you got guns   I got guns, be for real, we can get it on right now   But stack up, your money short   And I'm long right now, I told you