Looking Down the Barrel

Lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Once again, here we go B to the R to the double-O, K Looking down the barrel (What's up) Of a 12 gauge magnum Oh, yeah Yo, yo [Verse 1: Buckshot] BD bubble up like a branded tattoo Outlandish and got plans to get at you Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye Look, ball or crook, where I'm from If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook You guessed it, the Brook Let's hit them books and read a classic Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines, look Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside And my life skates, on anybody, anytime Everywhere, everybody, any place It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place But the loser gettin' two in the face [Hook: Buckshot + Sample] Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm [Verse 2: Buckshot] I paint the picture like a painter with no brush We not the average, what goes with us Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck Little fuck, attitude bossy Only thing missing is the coffee But of course, each are free, at the age of 10 Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan Got a label, plus an office and a custom van But that ain't interrupt the scan 'Cause with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan We make records, you make raps, so stand back You not on my league, not on our level either, homie Please, little homie, you'll be [Hook: Buckshot + Sample] Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm [Verse 3: Sean Price] Ayo, gun on my left and knife on my right One in your neck and slicin' your wife Then I, get away clean, then put away cream Cuz niggas might start hatin', violatin' the team I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the 8 shit Niggas filling affidavits, off some faggoty gay shit Go, four-four, now I'm snatchin' your bracelet I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix Ok, I got mine, you get yours Fuck it, take ten paces, turn around and draw Squeeze, Glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any Nigga getting outta line Motherfucker, is you out your mind? I will beat fire and flame, when I fire the thing Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P! [Hook: Buckshot + Sample] Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm Looking down the barrel (Uh, uh) Of a 12 gauge magnum And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm