powaful impak! lyrics – black moon

intro: buckshot
hey yo, this is straight up for all them n*gg*z out there
who fronted on some bullsh*t in the beginning, f*ck dat

(some reggae shouting)

verse 1: buckshot

blaaaww! here comes the buckshot shorty
i kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty
n*gg*z call me jeffrey dahmer, why
i’m quick to bombercars
that f*ck your armor, cause i cause mad trauma
no comma, straight through your mama like acid
i f*cked her, then i did it, that’s why you’s a little b*st*rd
you talk mad sh*t with no back up, what’s up, act up
you punk n*gg*z get smacked up, word life
you f*ckin’ with the wrong n*gg*
i f*ck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
mister buckshot, makin’ the gun hot
from n*gg*z that fiend to see my little *ss rot
peep my style, check my level
i’m so hot, i shot a f*ckin’ fair one with the devil
booyakya!, watch your back, grab your f*ckin’ gat
here come brothers who are ready to act

chorus: (samples of busta rhymes)
(powafal impak) 4x
boom! (the cannon)

verse 2: 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 boo
lyrically i freak your funk you never heard
my sh*t is so fly, when i kick it, it’s absurd
d*mn, how i wrecked your life with one record
made your crew break up and 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’ n*gg*z open, attica style
yo, straight to the jugular, brother you’re mad foul
gimme dat, because i rock with the best
yo, peace to the hardcore n*gg*z, f*ck the rest


verse 3: buckshot

fee, to the fi, to the fo, to the funk
i pop junk and keep the b*mp in the trunk
puff the skunk and get high, oh lord
get on my skateboard and do a motherf*ckin’ driveby
you little crab *ss flea
biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
buckshot, no joke, smoke a n*gg* like buddha
who the f*ck 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 f*ck you get a mic
but i don’t sweat that, cause i ‘m still paid
n*gg*z get bucked down, b*tches get sprayed
i do what i want, just so i can make loot
if it’s an eagle, pack the gat son
you know how we do, true


(*ssorted shout outs ’til end)

/ black moon lyrics