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Intro: Buckshot
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Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there
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Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat
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(some reggae shouting)
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Verse 1: Buckshot
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Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
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I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty
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Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
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I'm quick to bombercars
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That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma
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No comma, straight through your mama like acid
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I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard
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You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up
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You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life
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You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
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I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
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Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
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>From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot
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Peep my style, check my level
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I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil
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Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
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Here come brothers who are ready to act
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Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes]
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[Powafal Impak] 4x
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Boom!! [the cannon]
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(Repeat)
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Verse 2: Buckshot
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Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
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By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
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I step through, and represent Black Moon
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First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo
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Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
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My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
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Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
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Made your crew break up and girl get naked
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Respected, because I work hard for my cash
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Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
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Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
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I got dough, but I still hop the train
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I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style
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Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul
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Gimme dat, because I rock with the best
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Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Buckshot
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Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk
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I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk
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Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
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Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
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You little crab ass flea
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Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
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Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
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Who the fuck you think you playin' wit
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Yeah, I'm sayin' it
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Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
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Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic
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But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid
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Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
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I do what I want, just so I can make loot
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If it's an eagle, pack the gat son
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You know how we do, true
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Chorus
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(Assorted shout outs 'til end)
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Powaful Impak
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Black Moon |