Confusion

歌詞

(Chorus x2: Buckshot) It's just a day with another night Another pray for another life Another wrong with another right Strong when I'm on this mic Cuz it's always, a lot of confusion (Buckshot) Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80 Record company niggaz are shady, baby Definetly, never maybe, or have to be A pain in the ass, like 'fuck you, pay me' Crazy, picture me slippin', like a broke transmition I got both positions, I own both the missions I wrote poems for commissions I'm the leader for the squad, when the Gods In a hard perdicament, like Got a hot group, but need they contracts right Or got jerked for your publishing last fight Now you wanna act tight, let me give you advice It don't matter if you that nice Cuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhyme Sign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signed Right now, I know you wanna get yours I'm out my prime, so I got to get mine before I'm out my mind (Chorus x2) (Buckshot) Let's keep it real, y'all niggaz know the deal Rap on your LP's and don't own 'em still Don't own 'em, chill, don't it feel Foul, don't own your LP, but you own your bills, now Everybody got a story to tell, or glory to sale But alotta niggaz bore me to hell That's why the number one question Where's Buck? Get the number one answer Here, let's hear it up, listen up Yeah, I'm back with the hounds, ridin' round Cuz the hill look deep when you slidin' down, how that sound? I'm from the Crown, plus parts unknown Everybody who met me, took a part of me, home Cuz I be fool droppin', never was with crew hoppin' It's the true topic, that'll have y'all fools watchin' Dudes stoppin', in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minute Whose that, that's Buck, what the fuck? (Chorus x2) (Buckshot) From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemy In the end it'll be, who got it, who don't, who want it, let's see Niggaz say that underground shit Like they don't want chips, yeah right, they don't want chips? Let's get this straight, underground of '93 and '94 Ain't the underground of '98, I see it's too late For y'all to relate, so fuck it I left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eight And y'all can talk about me and them streets Ain't shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streets Back on my grind, this week, spread your little rumors I'ma shut up, and this nine gon' speak All y'all internet freaks and click-on thugs On my web, get off my dick, you get no love This ain't face, but I faith in the snub After failin' with my OJ glove, show 'nuff, cuz (Chorus x2)