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Black Moon

Buckshot`s Freestyle Joint

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[Buckshot]Sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hopBuckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon cockNon stop, when I rock, niggaz be on my jockSo I got flocks to carry glocks for the copsNiggaz know my style, cause I be buckwild on the Franklin AvenueWhatever have you please, to my man, Yoo-Yoo, spark that LLet`s get with the buddha session, back a nigga downWith my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazyBecause I hate bitches, head to the neck to the leg full of stitchesBreak you fucking down, youse a clown, with my tre-poundFill it in your muthafuckin` chest on the ground, get downNigga, don`t try to fight backYou be writing rhymes, and I be like, `yo, you ain`t write that`I heard it from my nigga, and I see him down the way niggaz be on my dickBecause I`m like, yo, Mr. K, the original ill subliminalType shit, when I grab the mic, you be like `yo, I wanna do hype shit`Ups, ups, and aways wes goesI can rock the mic because I got mad flowsLike, this, that, dilly, dallyLast time I fucked your fucking girlfriend SallyIn the alley, right up the analShe was like yo Buckshot Shorty you bring the pain tooMy type of ass like the glass filled with grassWhen I`m on your dick, you know I shine like brassNiggaz on my dick, because I gots mad strengthAnd when I fucked the girl, but it bleedI go to left, I never stop, because I can rough it the top of my headNiggaz be like; yo, Shorty, I thought you was deadI thought you was the vein from the way they had you strainedOn the last time, on the rhyme, you brung painTo all the other MC`s, like my man, Five FTNiggaz be like, yo Shorty, can you rock the mic pleaseSlapped on your skills, didn`t think you had itYour gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the micGive a check, one, two, to the head, niggaz be on your dickSo yo, yo, just come and flip a script[5FT.]Back up off this little tripTo pull the muthafuckin` dozen, give a dickSo, don`t you dare, press your luckThe war has begun, and I`mma about to get inFlip a script, pick a target & I shoot to killCuz I deathstalk with the glock strapped to the rightPrefer grenades cause they get the job, done rightI blow but sneeze, let niggaz know what I meanWhen I get mad, I go the muthafuckin` bloodstreamBust a bitch in her throat and watch blood spillAs I get, an ill do, she die for her own willI`m sending bodies after bodies to the morgueAnd with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboardOf jealousy, I feast the heart to body partsAs I spark up that L and get dirty after darkOne time, as I blow your muthafuckin` mindIt`s time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crimeI went off throat, but, I keep the flow goingKeep it going, keep it up and going, and I`m just showing youJust a little bit, of my lyrical skillsWhen I go with the skills that pay the bills, when I flipAnd I rip, it`s time to be --- ahhh, fuck it[Buckshot]Inside of the mind, I seeI`m the type of nigga that you call a mad freakCuz I`m a scorpion, Buckshot Shorty, beIn your fucking drawers, yo, sharp like clawsAlways break laws, cause I hate the fucking devilNiggaz be on my dick, cause I`m a hardcore rebelLook at the 85, you`se a dumb, deaf and blindI`m the type of nigga, that flip the script, I hit from behindLike my niggaz Mobb Deep, creep on the underYo, where`s my man, Mighty-O, pass the blunt-aA nigga like me, because I`ve been ya man for yearsWord up, I knocked out beers, and then we knocked out yearsAnd all the type of shit, that we did, me just can`t hang withWe grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang withNiggaz on two-third, word up, servedWhen we got fucked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herbWe never gave a damn, we went blow for blowNiggaz were on our dick, because we`re toe to toeAnd niggaz pulled out knives and razorsBut we pull out the muthafuckin` infered lazerRight to the head, now pull, niggaI`mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40On the block, to park the yardNiggaz be on my dick because I say that I`m GodWhy, cause I`m God, cause I manifest the puss`What? And I`mma catch you downWhen I hit you with the push in the mushIn the green, from the textbookLike the Holy Koran, when I drops the bombI`mma take it easy, cause you not ready for meIf I say this type of shit, you might just spit, or withBut if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig itNow I can grab the mic, check one, can you get with itYo, 5 F-T, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?

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