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bukshot - always lyrics

[verse 1: bukshot]
been around the block for many years and hanging on
can’t stop the times i bumped heads with the rivals, rappers drunk (drunk)
i’ve been stabbed, i’ve been shot, it didn’t change me (change me)
i’ve had money, i’ve been broke, the sh+t don’t phase me (phase me)
i done fell in love (love)
i done fell in hate (hate)
got my hands in blood (blood)
i’m sure you can relate (relate)
nights i had no food
nights i stuffed my face (face)
nights i ate thesе peoples egos off my f+cking platе (plate)
i’m the alpha dog but i don’t pray on the weak
i pray on people out there talking sh+t up in these streets
i’m the butcher out here chopping meat so f+ck a hater (hater)
if the stranger on your block
i’m your next+door neighbor

[chorus: bukshot]
always been a monster
always been a fatso
always down to ride for mine
go to war like rambo
always been a hustler
always been an assh0l+
always hear ’em talking sh+t, never game a d+mn though
[verse 2: bukshot]
i’m not a yes+man but sometimes i’ll agree with you
don’t like to stop something i start, i like to see it through (see it through)
when i was young i was a target getting bullied
but now i keep these bullies on my radar, watch me pull it (pull it)
i feared ’em with the thunder (thunder), like stone cold with the stunner (stunner)
they never seem to get it when that karma takes ’em under
i’m a beast (yes i am)
and other times a teddy bear
they say “buk don’t bring it here”
b+tch why did you take it there?
my dudes reporting to me every day, call me the spider (spider)
these words i spew are gasoline, this beats the lighter (the lighter)
always been a fighter, dropping bombs just like al qaeda (al qaeda)
grab my pen and write a fallacy of facts despite a

[verse 3: bukshot]
was a hustler ever since i was a little kid
used to ride my bmx to stores i steal the sh+t (steal the sh+t)
anything for dollars, take that sh+t i had to cop it
sports car the nintendo games, flipped it, made a profit
i felt unstoppable, money was no obstacle
momma never had a clue her son was diabolical (diabolical)
i had a gift for talking, making money with my words (words)
the thought of being broke was not an option and absurd (absurd)
to this day, keep on grinding, i got bills to pay (bills to pay)
and i got kids i take good care of so no one can say that i’m not fit to handle anything life throws at me
always down to handle mine, that’s how sh+t’s supposed to be
[chorus: bukshot]
always been a monster
always been a fatso
always down to ride for mine
go to war like rambo
always been a hustler
always been an assh0l+
always hear ’em talking sh+t, never game a d+mn though
(d+mn though)

- bukshot lyrics

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