Black Moon Reality (killing Every Nigga) Lyrics

Reality (killing Every Nigga) Lyrics

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"Bundy shut your fucking ass... (Yo man we just recorded that!)"







[Buckshot]



Yeah...the fuck







Look inside of the mind and see



Original heads check 1, 2, 3



Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind



Now I kick rhyme



For the nickel nine



Take a sip a wine



But E&J make a nigga laid



Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day



I represent the original head



Killing the original dead



Boo yaa! that's my nigga Dred



Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!!



Fuck a philly, Five 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



Cheek & Chong style



Like the bongstyle



That's light at night puffin' the L by the grip and now



I smoke so much Li I hallucinate



Ill visions in my head



Everybody must dead







[Chorus: repeat 4X]



Killing every nigga in sight



Killing every nigga in sight



Killing every nigga in...







I wake up in the morning..(we puff Li)



I wake up in the evening...(we puff Li)



Check the blahzay blah



I'm feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul



I pack a 20 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 ya want is what ya get



Like biggety bitch bend over blow me



So I can feel the breeze



Giving my enemies time to recollect on the past



When I bust that ass base to ya check



Figure I get bigger when I lose my beeper



Knock the head



Plus Knock the dred



All body dead



We be I and I be we cause we be family



Buckshot, Five FT 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!) C-D-B







[Chorus]







I like the night, if you like the night



I like the night



Bitchass niggas take flight



You want your gun I got your millimeter



I eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter



Right to way to serve the nigga on the curb



I love my niggas so my niggas puff herb



Now my niggas throw ya blunts in the air like this...(like this)



Original crooks never get dissed



If we get dissed



Niggas get that to the back



Five where he at?...(right here!)



Another mission to be dissing



Now 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 sucka ducks with my trigger



Feel the buck coming on in the set



Some Barley on the wreck



Fuck it, time to break a neck







[Chorus]