Powaful Impak!-Black Moon

Powaful Impak! - 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: [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*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