Where It Goez Wrong - Black Moon, Black Moon feat. 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

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…

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

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