Powaful Impak!

Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there

Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning

**** that

Verse 1: 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 **** your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

No comma, straight through your mama like acid

I ****ed 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 ****in' with the wrong nigga

I **** 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 ****in' fair one with the devil

Booyakya, watch your back, grab your ****in' gat

Here come brothers who lyrically act

Hook: samples of Busta Rhymes

Powafal Impak 4x

Boom From the cannon

Repeat

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 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, **** the rest

Hook

Verse 3: 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 mother****in' 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 **** 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 **** 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

Hook