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]