Intro: Buckshot

Hey yo, this is straight up for all them n____z out there

Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, f___ dat

(some reggae shouting)

Verse 1: Buckshot

Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty

I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty

n____z call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why

I'm quick to bombercars

That f___ your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

No comma, straight through your mama like acid

I f___ed her, then I did it, that's why you's a little b______

You talk mad s___ with no back up, what's up, act up

You punk n____z get smacked up, word life

You f___in' with the wrong n____

I f___ too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

From n____z that fiend to see my little a__ rot

Peep my style, check my level

I'm so hot, I shot a f___in' fair one with the devil

Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your f___in' gat

Here come brothers who are ready to act

Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes]

[Powafal Impak] 4x

Boom!! [the cannon]

(Repeat)

Verse 2: Buckshot

Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22

By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew

I step through, and represent Black Moon

First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo

Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard

My s___ is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd

d___, how I wrecked your life with one record

Made your crew break up and girl get naked

Respected, because I work hard for my cash

Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash

Look out below, my flow will hit your brain

I got dough, but I still hop the train

I'm bustin' n____z open, Attica style

Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul

Gimme dat, because I rock with the best

Yo, peace to the hardcore n____z, f___ the rest

Chorus

Verse 3: Buckshot

Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk

I pop junk and keep the b__p in the trunk

Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord

Get on my skateboard and do a m_________in' driveby

You little crab a__ flea

Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

Buckshot, no joke, smoke a n____ like buddha

Who the f___ you think you playin' wit

Yeah, I'm sayin' it

Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right

Yo, sometimes I wonder how the f___ you get a mic

But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid

n____z get bucked down, b____es get sprayed

I do what I want, just so I can make loot

If it's an eagle, pack the gat son

You know how we do, true

Chorus

(a__orted shout outs 'til end)

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