Black Moon Enta da Stage Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Jump up
All my n____s in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook
Flippin the hook like flippin a book
n____s know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin
The original comin through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
And breakin the fact that your act is a s___ty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon c___
So ease out, selector, play that s___
For all my n____s locked down, play that s___
For all my n____s Uptown, play that s___
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So polly I'ma give you every page
Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage

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Jump up
(Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty)

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it
Now your girl is all over my d___ because I hit it
From the front - ugh, from the back - ugh
Load the clip, hit em up with the back in his f___in back
You better run, f___er
The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
Buckshot, come test me if you wan dead
And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
So I can see s___ slow
I'm bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a b____
I own the flow, you know I mastered it
What, picture a n____ droppin me
Ain't s___ stoppin me, you're c___in me
I've shown I'm p___e to plastic n____s
At the count of three squeeze your trigger
On a bigot blasted b____ I hit you with the hook
From the ( ? ), after hook, after hook
You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
Ack Like U Want It, ain't a d___ thing funny
Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
s___ Iz Real when I toss another lesson

[ CHORUS ]