That Fade

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Tread careful 'round me, I'm a cobra Get bit one time, game over Grant pain, quicker than the crow flies Packing ammunition bigger than a 4-5 Start a demolition derby watch this hoe hide Acting like he want the smoke, I'm the wrong guy Little pedo chaser, I'mma help ya meet your maker How'd your father job as stared as she was undertaker Watch this awkward motherfucker lose his mojo Think you're tough bitch, step into my Dojo Mention me again that's blood on your polo Knock 'em out, I got rings like Frodo [Chorus: Bukshot] Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Timmy gonna give that fade Hi ya Show these bitches all the messes I've made Hi ya Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya [Verse 2: Bukshot] Bitches wanna catch that fade I never shoulda been a rapper, should've been a fighter (fighter) Listen to the music play, my mouth is full of gasoline, my temper is a lighter (lighter) Talk shit, that's a reach Cause ain't nobody disrespecting me up in these streets Watch me dig up in this motherfucker like some cleats Leave 'em on a dirt road, covered up in sheets I'm the X factor known to Bukslap ya Claim to read my book but you musta missed that chapter Watch me pull a ray-gun, 'bout to get my bang on Sacrifice is fake bitch, like Mehrunes Dagon (Dagon) [Chorus: Bukshot] Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Timmy gonna give that fade Hi ya Show these bitches all the messes I've made Hi ya Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya [Verse 3: Bukshot] Shitty attitude and think you're indestructible Had you bitches fooled like Mr. Huxtable Inject the venom in the middle of your puddin' pops Watch this motherfucking pedo die when pulling Glocks Roll the dice like Yahtzee As I pull the curtain back, on this closet Nazi, expose 'em That's what I do Tell the truth Suppose then, time to go to war, no truce, cut loose There's a shot you could get me in the booth But I swear to catch you at the red light first goof Now it's time to wallow in the mess that you've made (hi ya) I swear when we meet you're gonna catch that fade [Chorus: Bukshot] Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Gonna catch that fade Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya (hi ya) Timmy gonna give that fade Hi ya Show these bitches all the messes I've made Hi ya Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed Hi ya (hi ya) Hi ya