Текст песни Black Moon - Powaful Impak!
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Intro: BuckshotHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out thereWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat(some reggae shouting)Verse 1: BuckshotBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot ShortyI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughtyNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, whyI`m quick to bombercarsThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma No comma, straight through your mama like acidI fucked her, then I did it, that`s why you`s a little bastardYou talk mad shit with no back up, what`s up, act upYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word lifeYou fuckin` with the wrong niggaI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long triggerMister Buckshot, makin` the gun hotFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rotPeep my style, check my levelI`m so hot, I shot a fuckin` fair one with the devilBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin` gatHere come brothers who are ready to actChorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes][Powafal Impak] 4xBoom!! [the cannon](Repeat)Verse 2: BuckshotSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22By my waistline, buckin` your whole crewI step through, and represent Black MoonFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of booLyrically I freak your funk you never heardMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it`s absurdDamn, how I wrecked your life with one recordMade your crew break up and girl get nakedRespected, because I work hard for my cashShakin` more flavor then Mrs. DashLook out below, my flow will hit your brainI got dough, but I still hop the trainI`m bustin` niggaz open, Attica styleYo, straight to the jugular, brother you`re mad foulGimme dat, because I rock with the bestYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the restChorusVerse 3: BuckshotFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the FunkI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunkPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lordGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin` drivebyYou little crab ass fleaBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is meBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddhaWho the fuck you think you playin` witYeah, I`m sayin` itCause I want beef, for you can hang here rightYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a micBut I don`t sweat that, cause I `m still paidNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayedI do what I want, just so I can make lootIf it`s an eagle, pack the gat sonYou know how we do, trueChorus(Assorted shout outs `til end)