Reality (Killing Every...)

[Intro: Buckshot] Bundy, shut your fucking ass (Yo, man, we just recorded that!) Yeah... the fuck? [Verse 1: Buckshot, with the Boot Camp Clik] Look inside of the mind and see Original Heads, check 1, 2, 3 Light 'em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind Now I kick the rhyme for the nickel nine, take a sip a wine But E&J'll make a nigga laid Figured I stay to the blunts, save the liquor for my nigga Dee I’ll represent the Original Head Killing the original dead (Booyah!) That’s my nigga Dred Blowing the spot (Blaow!) Fuck a Philly, 5 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 niggas don’t give a damn We got the Bucktown, Boot Camp attitude, kill a man Timberland make me General Roughneck wild, big 'em up now, Bob Marley style Cheech & Chong style, light-the-bong style That’s light at night, puffing the L by the River Nile I smoke so much lye, I hallucinate Ill visions in my head, everybody must dead [Hook: Buckshot] Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in [Verse 2: Buckshot, with the Boot Camp Clik] I wake up in the morning (We puff lah!) I wake up in the evening (We puff lah) Check the blahzayblah I’m feeling the vibe from the rhythm and the soul I pack a twenty-sack and watch a nigga fold Don’t you hate niggas who make records for bitches? It’s all about the blunts — fuck them stunts Now, what you want is what you get like Mickey Dee Bitch, bend over, blow me so I can feel a breeze Giving my enemies time to recollect on–the past When I bust that ass, bass took your check Figured I’d get bigger when I lose my beeper Nod your head plus knot your dread, all while you’re dead We be I and I be we ‘cause we be family Buckshot, 5-F.T., and Evil Dee T-to-the-R-E-V and The M-to-the-E-E-C-H-E All my niggas in the place to be Can I get an amen? (Amen!) See, we be... [Hook: Buckshot] Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga [Verse 3: Buckshot, with the Boot Camp Clik, (5FT)] I like the night if you like the night, ma I like the night (Bitch-ass niggas, take flight) You want your gun? I got your millimeter I eat a–sucker duck emcee, to smoke blunts by the centimeter Right away to serve the nigga on a curb I love my niggas, so my niggas puff herb Now, My niggas, throw your blunts in the air like this (Like this!) Original Crooks never get dissed If we get dissed, niggas get that to the back 5, where you at? (Right here!) Another mission to be dissing And who do I be dissing? (Bitches!) God, fuck the intermission It’s about killing the nigga, the one playing the bigger The one playing the sucker ducks with a trigger I feel a bump coming on in the set (Son parlay on the wreck) Fuck that, time to break a neck [Hook: Buckshot] Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga in Killing every nigga in sight Killing every nigga in sight, killing every nigga [Outro: Shouts & Ad-libs]