Artist: Shyheim f/ C-Tera
Album:  Enter the Bottom
Song:   B.U. Nigga
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Shyheim]
You don't know what it feels like, to stop the block up
Or how it feels to be locked up, and have to pop a locker
You don't know the feelings I be feeling, I don't be feeling ya'll either
Follow the leader, the nineteenth leader, I mean letter
I'm better than whoever, and this letter may concern whomever
I can't get stuck in no era, never, ever, ever
I don't care if your sweater's red, or if you read a letter
That said a, your sweater's wet up from the beretta, bereeeta
Potato, potata, like Shyheim give a fuck about either
Remember amnesia, you oxy moron, you mad happy
And you get the gas face, you that nasty, ill

[Chorus 2X: C-Tera]
You should be you, nigga, cuz you can't be me
I'm from the bottom of bottoms, got my rats in the P
This bitch is next to me, she's on the ecstasy
And she be jumping off the top, won't flex on the me

[Shyheim]
B is for the Bottom, the Bottom's the foundation
O is for the O's that we blazing, only the hazing
T is for the techs with tephlons that's tailor maded
Other T is for the terminator traitors that traded
O is for the obvious operational stations
M is for the morning, these murdering cops awaiting
U is really me, but they think they looking for you
P is for the pussy, the power, paper and pooh
Get organized, get all the guys, get all the nines, get the 45's
Get the hoop rides, put 'em all together, and you got yourself a drive by
Get ignorant, I ain' wit that shit, just see I put you through some shit
Give the boy, weed, give a dutch wrap, smoke weed
And get the fuck away from me, I'm a hard nigga, hard liquor
You a daquiri, soft nigga, broad nigga
Scared to come to Broadstreet, the zombies on me, kid
Drip drip, drop drop, Bottom Up, yeah, yeah

[Chorus 2X]