《Powaful Impak! (Lp Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] Powaful Impak!(Lp Version)-Black Moon

[00:00:00] Intro: Buckshot

[00:00:00] Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there

[00:00:02] Who fronted on some b******t in the beginning, *****dat

[00:00:16] (some reggae shouting)

[00:00:19] Verse 1: Buckshot

[00:00:23] Blaaaww!Here comes the Buckshot Shorty

[00:00:29] I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty

[00:00:32] Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why

[00:00:33] I'm quick to bombercars

[00:00:34] That *****your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

[00:00:36] No comma, straight through your mama like acid

[00:00:39] I *****ed her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard

[00:00:42] You talk mad sh*t with no back up, what's up, act up

[00:00:45] You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life

[00:00:47] You *****in' with the wrong ni**a

[00:00:49] I *****too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

[00:00:52] Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

[00:00:54] >From niggaz that fiend to see my little a**rot

[00:00:57] Peep my style, check my level

[00:00:59] I'm so hot, I shot a *****in' fair one with the devil

[00:01:03] Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your *****in' gat

[00:01:05] Here come brothers who are ready to act

[00:01:06] Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes

[00:01:11] [Powafal Impak

[00:01:16] Boom!![the cannon

[00:01:18] (Repeat)

[00:01:26] Verse 2: Buckshot

[00:01:27] Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22

[00:01:30] By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew

[00:01:33] I step through, and represent Black Moon

[00:01:35] First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo

[00:01:38] Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard

[00:01:40] My sh*t is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd

[00:01:43] Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record

[00:01:45] Made your crew break up and girl get *****

[00:01:48] Respected, because I work hard for my cash

[00:01:50] Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash

[00:01:53] Look out below, my flow will hit your brain

[00:01:55] I got dough, but I still hop the train

[00:01:58] I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style

[00:02:00] Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul

[00:02:03] Gimme dat, because I rock with the best

[00:02:05] Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, *****the rest

[00:02:09] Chorus

[00:02:16] Verse 3: Buckshot

[00:02:28] Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk

[00:02:31] I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk

[00:02:33] Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord

[00:02:36] Get on my skateboard and do a mother*****in' driveby

[00:02:39] You little crab a**flea

[00:02:40] Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

[00:02:43] Buckshot, no joke, smoke a ni**a like buddha

[00:02:46] Who the *****you think you playin' wit

[00:02:48] Yeah, I'm sayin' it

[00:02:49] Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right

[00:02:51] Yo, sometimes I wonder how the *****you get a mic

[00:02:54] But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid

[00:02:57] Niggaz get bucked down, *****es get sprayed

[00:02:59] I do what I want, just so I can make loot

[00:03:01] If it's an eagle, pack the gat son

[00:03:03] You know how we do, true

[00:03:31] Chorus

[00:03:33] (Assorted shout outs 'til end