Black Moon Enta Da Stage
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BBBLLLAAACCCKKK MMMOOOOOONNNEEENNNTTTAAA DDDAAA SSSTTTAAAGGGEEE 1. Powaful Impak! Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd Intro: Buckshot Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there Made your crew break up and girl get naked Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat Respected, because I work hard for my cash (some reggae shouting) Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash Verse 1: Buckshot Look out below, my flow will hit your brain Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty I got dough, but I still hop the train I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul I'm quick to bombercars Gimme dat, because I rock with the best That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest No comma, straight through your mama like acid Chorus I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard Verse 3: Buckshot You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk You fuckin' with the wrong nigga Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot You little crab ass flea >From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me Peep my style, check my level Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil Who the fuck you think you playin' wit Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat Yeah, I'm sayin' it Here come brothers who are ready to act Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes] Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic [Powafal Impak] 4x But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid Boom!! [the cannon] Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed (Repeat) I do what I want, just so I can make loot Verse 2: Buckshot If it's an eagle, pack the gat son Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22 You know how we do, true By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew Chorus I step through, and represent Black Moon (Assorted shout outs 'til end) First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo 1 You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock 2. Niguz Talk Shit Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop So yo make way so I can make my day [ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ] I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA [ CHORUS ] Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ] No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talkin mad shit I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick Shit, killin every nigga in sight Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake Any thought I think, you blink and drink death Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk 5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth? I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit Contracts and all that, guns, guns Bring it on, what, I got no shame So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat Buckshot's in the house and you know my name Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped [ CHORUS ] With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel' Bitch, you know my name, bring it in Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel' [ CHORUS ] Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel' I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ] 3. Who Got da Props? Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip Put up, what up, BO BO BO! And spray niggas with my vocal ( ? ) Suckers want to flow but they got no show Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest So I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned And when I roll mad deep niggas back off Buckshot's the one that gets the job done Fuckin with Buckshot it's blood you cough Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want No holds barred, and complete move fakers So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe If she's a crab I'm a diss her and slide And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew 2 Word to God, here I come so make way One trigger, one nigga ??? heads drop Rugged and rough, killing your set every day Don't even try to play me out cause static Microphone check 1, 2, here we go Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic And I'm a let you know, who got the flow Rip the set, my friend's mad tight Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype Suckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I'm a let you Who got the props? *bo!* know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) Who got the props? *bo!* One Mississippi, two mississippi 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's One, two, melody shows But I'm a get paid from the 90's And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40 Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill Bust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn See I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing Elude the hook and, your whole beat's tookin' This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting Must take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man The ones who tried to diss and play high? Oh no Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam Just cause you had low, see now I got dough Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose And I'm paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers Who got the props? *bo!* Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper Who got the props? *bo!* keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) And I'm a let you know... I'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger Who got the props? *bo!* Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega Who got the props? *bo!* Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat) When I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy" I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey" But now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me I'm sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush You'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker Cause I'm a set it off with one shot 3 4.