[Intro]  Party people in the place to be  Party people in the place to be  Party people in the place to be  Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB  A.K.A. you host for the evening  By your people, he believin in fake MC's    [Buckshot]  A lot of y'all, think you know it all  Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the party on the wall  Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance  She fuckin wit Buck, I'm on the move, you understand  Stupid, wise up and get intelligent  See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant  Teachin, when I'm on the streets and  When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin  The purpose, no longer am I nervous  I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to blow you  When I do this, don't act like it's a shock to you  If I shock you when you bow down, say true  Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general  But generally speakin, I didn't even know you  But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind  Saw the same plan, ended at the same time    [Chorus]  Party people in the place to be  Party people in the place to be  Party people in the place to be  Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB  A.K.A. you host for the evening  By your people, he believin in fake MC's  Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin  You know that I shall proceed    [Buckshot]  I can't wait to get rid of y'all Captain Crunch niggas on the mic  One hit wonders, scared of the under, I'mma bring the light  To make ya niggas come out of the closet  You might have to see me in the party, watch it  I set the flame, see usually the aim is  To burn down the cane field, must remain real  Keep the stainless steel  Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real  Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill  I will take ya niggas right above the hill  And everybody got the skill, one spliff  Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out  Everybody call out, it's the black, that make you lay back in the cut  And ask "What the fuck is that?" nigga chill, relax    [Chorus]    [Buckshot]  I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse  When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse  Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this  The vocalist, every time I told you this  You told me that you knew in that I owned you this  What owned you this? My niggas be retaliate  Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate  How we don't fuck around wit y'all  We might bring the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya  Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence  Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin  Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them  Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him  Got him cuz he want to be the talker and the big spender  Until he got hit, bump the fender  Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit  Til he got wit BD, now he ready, kid    [Chorus]