Da Beatminerz - Reality... (k**ing Every n***a) lyrics

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Da Beatminerz - Reality... (k**ing Every n***a) lyrics

"Bundy shut your f**ing a**... (Yo man we just recorded that!)" [Buckshot] Yeah...the f** Look inside of the mind and see Original heads check 1, 2, 3 Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind Now I kick rhyme For the nickel nine Take a sip a wine But E&J make a n***a laid Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day I represent the original head k**ing the original dead Boo yaa! that's my n***a Dred Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!! f** a philly, Five got the dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell Check my dialect from my diaphragm You got your nine by your waistline and Me and my n***as don't give a damn We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude k** a man Timberland make me general Roughneck wild Big em up now Bob Marley style Cheek & Chong style Like the bongstyle That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now I smoke so much Li I hallucinate Ill visions in my head Everybody must dead [Hook: repeat 4X] k**ing every n***a in sight k**ing every n***a in sight k**ing every n***a in... I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li) I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li) Check the blahzay blah I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul I pack a 20 sack and watch a n***a fold Don't you hate n***as who make records for b**hes It's all about the blunts f** them stunts Now, what ya want is what ya get Like biggety b**h bend over blow me So I can feel the breeze Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past When I bust that a** base to ya check Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper Knock the head Plus Knock the dred All body dead We be I and I be we cause we be family Buckshot, Five FT and Evil Dee T to the R-E-V and the M to the E-E-C-H-E All my n***as in the place to be Can I get an Amen?...(Amen!) C-D-B [Hook] I like the night, if you like the night I like the night b**ha** n***as take flight You want your gun I got your millimeter I eat a s**a duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter Right to way to serve the n***a on the curb I love my n***as so my n***as puff herb Now my n***as throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this) Original crooks never get dissed If we get dissed n***as get that to the back Five where he at?...(right here!) Another mission to be dissing Now who do I be dissing b**hes God, f** the intermission It's about k**ing the n***a The one playing the bigger The one playing the s**a ducks with my trigger Feel the buck coming on in the set Some Barley on the wreck f** it, time to break a neck [Hook]