No Way Songtext
von Black Moon

No way I′mma sit back

And listen to you gay niggas chit chat
Hey Mr. Big Cat, lay where your clique's at
No joke, if it′s broke Buck'll fix that
Puck like a six pack, chicks love to touch me
And motherfuckers think I'm rusty or tarnished
The armor, trust me I′m just that nice
Wanna cut me or just that knife
Or it might get ugly cause
I′m too close to my goal to quit

Wanna fight me you might see swollen lips
Cause I get around like Pac, sit around blocks
Move with a crown on my top, they call me God of Ak

They know I represent Aki
Not a song, not a flick but you can stand by me
Cause I hold you down like dead weight now
But wait, weight is weight and we about to skate now
So how many? Now better yet
Who's ready? If you′re ready just say Buck don't rap


You cowards think we going out? No way
You catch steel off point, nigga no day
Nigga four spray, fuck foreplay I don′t play
You ain't having it, you gangsta? You don′t say
Word B, you wanna go to war with me? Okay
No more Mr. Nice Guy, come with me
Gun hid away in a hideaway when I ride your way
Hit you up then cool and casually slide away
By the way you hardly find me out of haze
These days a lot of these rappers rather imitate

What I demonstrate, boy I'm original
Criminal, set trends, respect the genitals

I ain't mad at ya, I take business personal
I might blast at ya, hit at me I get right back at ya
Straight snatch ya up from under your desk and just pimp slap ya

Son I′m heated, heated like Fahrenheit
Hot like buckshot flows and rhymes damage your life
Now you′re looking for the ambulance lights
And police lights, I run these nights
Get your shit right, a star keep you heated for life
No way, a mark on your face, you know that ain't right
Son, you ain′t that tough, so

Stop acting like you throw blows
I'm a gunplay nigga, I stick to blasting
You a runway nigga, stick to fashion
If I go broke tomorrow I′mma borrow again
Business is never part of the friends
But then again it's a shame how niggas act when they approach us
Fucking Boot Camp is like fucking with roaches


You need a black flag for that
Better yet you need a black body bag for that

They act like it′s all love
When we come through we ain't showing you no love
They act like it's all cool
When we come through watch my niggas act fool
They act like it′s all love
When we come through we ain′t showing you no love
They act like it's all cool
When we come through watch my niggas act fool