[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killing every n***a in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
'Cause I'm a sick-ass n***a with no brains
Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains
Any thought I think, you blink and drink death
So I rip the mic and pat my n***a to the left
5ft. Accelerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, motherfucker, you're still through
Yo n***a, where's my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy n***as to forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot's in the house and you know my name

[Hook]
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
And spray n***as with my vocal loco B comes express
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
And when I roll mad deep, n***as back off
Fucking with Buckshot, it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I choke a stunt if it's beef she want
So bring the motherfucking arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho
And her n***a, triggers I'm addicted to
Like angel dust, I bust holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock
To the um tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo, make way so I can make my debut
I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew

[Hook]
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill
[Verse 3: Buckshot]
Watch your mouth, n***a, I heard you're talking mad shit
If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Here's your choice 'cause my voice'll break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec?
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay
Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I'm a four-course meal, you're a one dollar Hero
I'm sorta like the mob when I get the job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my motherfucking waistline
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in

[Hook]
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
N***as talk shit but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill