[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I k** at will, so guard your grill like naughty
n***as call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I'm quick to bomb a crew
So f** your armor, cause I cause mad trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I f**ed her, then I jetted, 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***as 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***as who 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 lyrically act
Hook: [samples of Busta Rhymes]
[Powafal Impak] 4x
Boom!! [From 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 boom
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 your 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***as open, Attica style
Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul
Gimme dap, because I rock with the best
Yo, peace to the hardcore n***as, f** the rest
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Buckshot]
Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
I pop junk and keep the pump 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***as get bucked down, b**hes get sprayed
I do what I must, just so I can make loot
If it's illegal, pack the gat son
You know how we do, true
[Hook]