[Intro: Buckshot & Busta Rhymes]
[Busta Rhymes] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
[Busta Rhymes] Each and every time
(Whattup n***a?) Yeah whattup n***a?
(Y'all n***as chillin'?) The Sun don't chill n***a
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little n***as
Listen to this right here motherfucker what?
[Buckshot] Knahmsayin', shit be kinda close
Hittin' you up with some real shit, feel this n***a

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
Of TNT, n***as ain't believe in me?
I'm comin' back for all them n***as who be thievin' me
I'm incredible, also edible
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
Blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin' ya
And drop-toppin' ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali
All my Outlawz form a rally and we Bomb First n***a
Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hesitate
And cut your blood supply short
The bloodsport, the motherfuckin' onslaught
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport!
(Comin' for you)
Feel!

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit
Get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit
A lot of fake n***as, (uh huh) frontin' in the game with
A little record deal but still drive the same whip
Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you
In they videos'll make you think them n***as real
Moved out the ghetto
Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin' to stay
But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin' to run away
A lot of family is left behind
A lot of my n***as is left to grind, some still do crime
Some do time, but, no matter what
None of my n***as keep an empty shell inside the nine
Cock back, fuckin' up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react
Smoke a phat one, listen to Buck and get black
As a matter of fact
Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport!
(Comin' for you)
Feel!

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
Jump through the window to your rescue. I guess you
Heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact, it
Sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit
You lack shit, n***a track this
Record this, oh my lord this, is the warnin' sign for y'all
B.D. wanna ball; is you feelin' me? Let me know somethin'
And if you see me lookin' sober, let me smoke somethin'
Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee
Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely
Nice to see, that n***a Buck..shot .. rappin'
Fuck it, I'mma make it happen
All my n***as stick to gunclappin', don't change
From my street n***as up to my n***a Starang
Bang bang n***a, can you hang, n***a?
It's your fault you got caught in the rain, n***a

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Now... Now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport!
(Comin' for you)
Now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport!
(Comin' for you)

Now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport!
Feel!