| Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
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| Never on the Isle, Buckshot was a juvenile
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| A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
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| With an automatic, now I got static
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| See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
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| And now I’m just a paid hood, still up to no good
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| With my crew from the Heights and the Island
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| Still flippin' niggas, and we still be buckwildin'
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| I never changed, never rearranged my finesse
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| Buck one time to your chest, through your vest
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| F.A.P. |
| Franklin Avenue Posse
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| You can’t stop me, cause my shits never sloppy
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| I’m always on point to pack a joint, and a burner
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| Flip a scene, coming from a teen like Turner
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| Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto
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| Once I get my ride, ain’t no need for the metro
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| I get paid to rip, step aside I’m a blow you
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| Don’t try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don’t know you
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| I’m just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave
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| Leave another question and you might get blast
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| Ack like you want it
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| Ack like you want it
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| What! |
| Bring the drama
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| Ack like you want it
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| (5 Ft. Excellerator)
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| I bursted in a rage, catching wreck on stage
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| Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved
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| You frail ass niggas want a piece of the 5, but
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| You can’t fuck with the nigga that’s live
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| Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
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| Spark up that L, cause it’s time to get naughty
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| Then he looked at me, as if I was insane
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| I’m just a real nigga with a lot on my brain
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| The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel
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| Giving niggas the raw deal, with the mad appeal
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| This time around, I flex the tec with ease
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| And if you really want, I give an extra squeeze
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| Cause I’ll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand
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| Spit on your grave, and let you know who’s the man
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| There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide
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| Cause, the 5 Ft. |
| Excellerator’s at your every side
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| One time for your motherfucking mind
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| (Buckshot)
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| I ran to the boom spot, and shot the dread
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| He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead
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| Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed
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| Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said
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| I’m taking you down, I’m breaking you down, I’m real
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| Wiz, Tek and Steele, niggas, you know the deal
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| I’m for real no joke, so on the gun smoke
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| Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke
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| Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics
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| Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight
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| With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
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| Like Kane, I raise your little shortie’s bad behavior
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| Niggas better know that when I flow, I’m drinkin' gin and cinnamon
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| And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT
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| (5 Ft. Excellerator)
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| From the town where niggas always get bucked down
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| Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound
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| Word is around, that you’re looking for the 5
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| Surprise, real niggas always survive
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| Don’t be amazed, I’m alive from the flames
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| No need to scream now your calling out my name
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| You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
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| Now I’m taking all you own, plus I’m fucking your wife
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| After I have my man go and hit your only daughter
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| And leave her body floating in some bloody bath water
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| Just like a snake, a sl-sl-slithers on the ground
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| Nobody hears me move, or even knows that I’m around
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| You acting like you want it, now you’re gonna have to get it
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| As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just slit it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ack Like U Want It , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Enta Da Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп