bump dem hattaz
 

bump yall hattaz who wont give a nigga a chance

tha lyrics i spit will blow a hole in ya vest go right through ya chest and put u

2 rest dont worry its gonna b my time 2 shine imma steal ya fame have ya hooked like chains I ll beat ya 2 tha floor and c-walk on ya chest im leader
not a follower i create my own paths while i just erase yours
dont get twisted i started rappen on my own while ya ll get deals off of ya friends mann i dont need 2 use a gun on u i just use my words its more effective than a gun if u know wat i mean undastand




Keep ya mouth close for i rock ya dam body from the left 2 tha right y u
gotta hate cuz u see me actin a dam azz steppin 2 me is like a pit put up 2
a poddle i ll tear u apart like a wild animal let out of his cage yes imma rookie but some of yall didnt know by the way i rhyme u would think imma pro ever

time u see me u see a mic in my hand some of yall on here r fagets cuz yall scared 2 freestyle against ya dam boi when i spit all u see is tha sparks in my teeth every person i battle i always leave a scard hattaz stop trippen for i have 2 rip u up

then take ya gurl den sex her up BU 2 tha C dat is my damn name look at my chain and see how long it hangs imma bout 2 go cuz i done flew off da dome its ya boi BUC holla

Who ever said Texas niggas cant rap u know what.......... :thefinger u........... :thefinger u im out

I cant catch the rhymes//
the way slashed your lines//
I see your ryhmes....but your slashes- through me off//
and In the 2nd verse- I get lost// :huh:

Not like tha rest
 

I drop tha illest of ryhmes cut deep like knifes,
im not like tha rest talkin bout puttin a 9 to ya chest,
i kill mc's and wonna b rappers look at me u can see tha blood in my eyez,
ya'll fake I'll make ya swallow ya pride, if ya ass dont like BUC then ya ass must be sinceless,

rappin but dont get a dime im at tha top while ya'll still trien 2 climb,
my career is taken off shooten up like a rocket snatch ya eyez outcha socket and use for my rocks,
ya'll old school like playin b-ball in short shorts and tube socks,
after im done wit u leave ya head empty and hollow,
my lyrics are deadly its like im throwin harpoons,
dis aint school but i think i drop ya'll some knowledge,
take notes and u might even gotta college and get ya degree for rappin with me,

Im out i just thought i would drop a littles somthin for ya'll boiz....Oh yeah im from Texas Niggas holla atcha boi B.U.C ~1~

HOLLA ATCHA YA BOI......READ MY SHIT AND LET ME KNOW WAT U THINK
~1~