Powaful Impak! (Lp Version)-Black Moon

歌手 : Black Moon

专辑 : Enta da Stage

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:11

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TXT Powaful Impak! (Lp Version)-Black Moon 文本歌词

Powaful Impak! (Lp Version) - Black Moon

Intro: Buckshot

Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there

Who fronted on some b******t in the beginning, ***** dat

(some reggae shouting)

Verse 1: Buckshot

Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty

I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty

Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why

I'm quick to bombercars

That ***** your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

No comma, straight through your mama like acid

I *****ed her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard

You talk mad sh*t with no back up, what's up, act up

You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life

You *****in' with the wrong ni**a

I ***** too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

>From niggaz that fiend to see my little a** rot

Peep my style, check my level

I'm so hot, I shot a *****in' fair one with the devil

Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your *****in' gat

Here come brothers who are ready to act

Chorus:

Boom!!

(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*t 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 *****

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' niggaz 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 niggaz, ***** the rest

Chorus

Verse 3: Buckshot

Free, to the five, to the four, 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 mother*****in' driveby

You little crab a** flea

Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

Buckshot, no joke, smoke a ni**a like buddha

Who the ***** 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 ***** you get a mic

But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid

Niggaz get bucked down, *****es 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