Black Moon

[Chorus x2: Buckshot]
Its just a day with another night
Another pray for another life
Another wrong with another right
Strong when Im on this mic
Cuz its always, a lot of confusion
[Buckshot]
Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80
Record company niggaz are shady, baby
Definetly, never maybe, or have to be
A pain in the ass, like fuck you, pay me
Crazy, picture me slippin, like a broke transmition
I got both positions, I own both the missions
I wrote poems for commissions
Im the leader for the squad, when the Gods
In a hard perdicament, like
Got a hot group, but need they contracts right
Or got jerked for your publishing last fight
Now you wanna act tight, let me give you advice
It dont matter if you that nice
Cuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhyme
Sign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signed
Right now, I know you wanna get yours
Im out my prime, so I got to get mine before Im out my mind
[Chorus x2]
[Buckshot]
Lets keep it real, yall niggaz know the deal
Rap on your LPs and dont own em still
Dont own em, chill, dont it feel
Foul, dont own your LP, but you own your bills, now
Everybody got a story to tell, or glory to sale
But alotta niggaz bore me to hell
Thats why the number one question
Wheres Buck? Get the number one answer
Here, lets hear it up, listen up
Yeah, Im back with the hounds, ridin round
Cuz the hill look deep when you slidin down, how that sound?
Im from the Crown, plus parts unknown
Everybody who met me, took a part of me, home
Cuz I be fool droppin, never was with crew hoppin
Its the true topic, thatll have yall fools watchin
Dudes stoppin, in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minute
Whose that, thats Buck, what the fuck?
[Chorus x2]
[Buckshot]
From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemy
In the end itll be, who got it, who dont, who want it, lets see
Niggaz say that underground shit
Like they dont want chips, yeah right, they dont want chips?
Lets get this straight, underground of 93 and 94
Aint the underground of 98, I see its too late
For yall to relate, so fuck it
I left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eight
And yall can talk about me and them streets
Aint shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streets
Back on my grind, this week, spread your little rumors
Ima shut up, and this nine gon speak
All yall internet freaks and click-on thugs
On my web, get off my dick, you get no love
This aint face, but I faith in the snub
After failin with my OJ glove, show nuff, cuz
[Chorus x2]
[ Confusion Lyrics ]