Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there Who frontin´ on some bullshit in the beginning Fuck that
[Buckshot] 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
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!
[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 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
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!
[Buckshot]
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