Like They Used To

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Fuck the industry you're wasting time to make a hit
Raised on ghetto symphonies and brought up on that gangster shit
My music history was my mouth full of wicked spit
I spoke of misery, fuck the cops and kill a snitch
Straight Out Of Compton on my Sony walkman I was plotting
I needed money, grab the Jason mask let's get it popping
Lost my parents early, in result I started robbing
With no respect or fear of cops and in the county often
A loose cannon with an ego, fuck my enemies
And pulling choppers out on those who aren't a friend of me
Loyal to the streets and never scared of where thеy're sending me
Pay thе top lawyers in my city for demanding me
Interstate traffic and my trunk is full of dope
I got bricks of marijuana and some kilos of coke
Packing pistol grip, pumps, assault rifles with scope
Rocking big starter coats with black beanies and Locs

[Chorus: Bukshot]
In the south we coo-coo
We gonna make you're crew loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Street music voodoo
Run until your shoe's loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Crazy like a Zulu
Go to war like Sun Tzu
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I bet these rappers of today, a bunch of pussies and such
Quiet on they Twitter feeds like they got no nuts
Making soft-ass songs, I bet they lost they touch
Low budget records saying quality just costs too much
Gangster rap is in my blood, it's who I am it made me do it
The knowledge that I speak, the only language that I'm fluent
These rappers lost they vision and a sense of what they doing
I'm eating now, in my skies a deadly storm is brewing
These rappers have no loyalty
Nothing's what it seems
Flip a nickel in the air and watch how quick they switch up teams
No water in the blood I swear it makes me wanna scream
No spine up in they backs, a scoliosis dream
They bite the hand that feeds 'em like he too brute
Wanna beef with me, we can meet like to-day
Suckers talking shit I look at them like who they
I'll bust they fucking noggin leavin' knots like shoelace

[Chorus: Bukshot]
In the south we coo-coo
We gonna make you're crew loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Street music voodoo
Run until your shoe's loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Crazy like a Zulu
Go to war like Sun Tzu
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
If hip-hop is dead I guess that I'm a fucking zombie
Treat me like a virus bitch and back the fuck up off me
The price and sacrifice I go through from this music's costly
From here on out the ghost of Eazy-E will always haunt me
Some artists think they slick to me but they not slick at all
Just treat 'em like some pussy cause I can dick 'em all
Plus I can swing harder than these bitches, make 'em fall
Fuck yo rap career, what you gonna do when murder calls?
My words are dipped in poison as they roll off my tongue
Popping off like ammunition rookies load up your guns
And like a swarm of hornets, watch these rappers get stung
Inject 'em with my venom, send 'em back to the slums
Don't hang with many rappers cause they scared of my clique
I roll with gangsters, vampires, weirdos and shit
The murderous mentality, my methods are sick
They just don't make 'em like they made me now go choke on a dick

[Chorus: Bukshot]
In the south we coo-coo
We gonna make you're crew loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Street music voodoo
Run until your shoe's loose
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Crazy like a Zulu
Go to war like Sun Tzu
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to
Fuck what they say
They don't make 'em like they used to