Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song POWERFUL IMPAK!, artist - Black Moon. Album song DAH INSTRUMENTALZ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2007
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
POWERFUL IMPAK! |
| Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there |
| Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning |
| Fuck that |
| Blaaaww! |
| Here comes the Buckshot Shorty |
| I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty |
| Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why |
| I’m quick to bomb a crew |
| So fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma |
| No comma, straight through your mama like acid |
| I fucked her, then I jetted, that’s why you’s a little bastard |
| You talk mad shit with no back up, what’s up, act up |
| You punk niggas get smacked up, word life |
| You fuckin' with the wrong nigga |
| I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger |
| Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot |
| From niggas who fiend to see my little ass rot |
| Peep my style, check my level |
| I’m so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil |
| Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat |
| Here come brothers who lyrically act |
| Hook: |
| Boom! |
| 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 boom |
| Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard |
| My shit 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 your girl get naked |
| 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' niggas open, Attica style |
| Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you’re mad foul |
| Gimme dap, because I rock with the best |
| Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest |
| Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk |
| I pop junk and keep the pump in the trunk |
| Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord |
| Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby |
| You little crab ass flea |
| Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me |
| Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha |
| Who the fuck 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 fuck you get a mic |
| But I don’t sweat that, cause I 'm still paid |
| Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed |
| I do what I must, just so I can make loot |
| If it’s illegal, pack the gat son |
| You know how we do, true |