| Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there
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| Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning
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| Fuck that
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| Blaaaww! |
| Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
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| I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
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| Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
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| I’m quick to bomb a crew
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| So 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 jetted, 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 niggas 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 niggas who 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 lyrically act
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| Hook:
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| Boom!
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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 boom
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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 your 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' niggas open, Attica style
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| Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you’re mad foul
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| Gimme dap, because I rock with the best
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| Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest
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| Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
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| I pop junk and keep the pump 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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| Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
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| I do what I must, just so I can make loot
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| If it’s illegal, pack the gat son
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| You know how we do, true |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Powaful Impak! , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Powaful Impak! b/w Niguz Talk S**t, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп