[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
[Chorus: 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
[Chorus: 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!
[Chorus: 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
