Where it Goez Wrong

[Tek] Dear Lord can you hear me? Do I want them to respect or fear me Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? I know it's no breaths til beef is over Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth And my cousin baby just died from crib death Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell I know sufferin' and pain really well If it don't kill you, it makes you strong I think of the song, "what's going on" When it's going wrong [Buckshot] When I act like it's love, and I know it ain't If it was up to you, y'all niggas would be throwin' paint On my outfit, like he ain't about shit Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain See I had geeks, and all y'all really had was feet And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak Fasten your seat, and I'mma take ya on a mission, nigga I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just Focus on the god, as the God speak Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it If it's love it's love, if it's not, so be it... [Tek] I put my love for boxing, into everything I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops I get live, survive at one sixty five You nothin' like the god, I'm out raw til I die Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me Blinded thug angel til my god call me [Buckshot] I brought you up, from the ground up Now you wanna run and say my sound suck Tellin' niggas Duck Down butt But ain't no buts when I come around All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck" Get it right, or get it wrong What's my name, Buckshot, what ya name Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today Shame, could of been in the game, but now what You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt The niggas that be geesin' you up Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what You don't got one, big deal, you got guns I got guns, be for real, we can get it on Right now, but stack up, your money short And I'm long right now, I told you