Intro: Buckshot
Hey yo, this is straight up for all them n***az out there
Who fronted on some bullsh** in the beginning, f** dat
(some reggae shouting)
Verse 1: Buckshot
Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I k** black real, so guard your grill like naughty
n***az 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 ba*tard
You talk mad sh** with no back up, what's up, act up
You punk n***az get smacked up, word life
You f**in' with the wrong n***a
I f** too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From n***az 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 sh** is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
Damn, 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***az 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***az, f** the rest
Chorus
Verse 3: Buckshot
Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherf**in' driveby
You little crab a** flea
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
Buckshot, no joke, smoke a n***a 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***az get bucked down, b**hes 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
(Assorted shout outs 'til end)