《Powaful Impak!》歌词

[00:00:00] Intro: Buckshot

[00:00:01] Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there

[00:00:03] Who fronted on some b******t in the beginning, f**k dat

[00:00:04] (some reggae shouting)

[00:00:05] Verse 1: Buckshot

[00:00:05] Blaaaww!Here comes the Buckshot Shorty

[00:00:07] I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty

[00:00:08] Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why

[00:00:09] I'm quick to bombercars

[00:00:09] That f**k your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

[00:00:11] No comma, straight through your mama like acid

[00:00:13] I f**ked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard

[00:00:15] You talk mad sh*t with no back up, what's up, act up

[00:00:16] You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life

[00:00:17] You f**kin' with the wrong ni**a

[00:00:18] I f**k too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

[00:00:27] Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

[00:00:35] >From niggaz that fiend to see my little a**rot

[00:01:00] Peep my style, check my level

[00:01:01] I'm so hot, I shot a f**kin' fair one with the devil

[00:01:06] Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your f**kin' gat

[00:01:10] Here come brothers who are ready to act

[00:01:11] Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes

[00:01:12] [Powafal Impak

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

[00:01:17] (Repeat)

[00:01:17] Verse 2: Buckshot

[00:01:18] Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22

[00:01:19] By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew

[00:01:20] I step through, and represent Black Moon

[00:01:25] First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo

[00:01:34] Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard

[00:01:57] My sh*t is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd

[00:02:02] Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record

[00:02:04] Made your crew break up and girl get naked

[00:02:05] Respected, because I work hard for my cash

[00:02:08] Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash

[00:02:09] Look out below, my flow will hit your brain

[00:02:10] I got dough, but I still hop the train

[00:02:11] I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style

[00:02:18] Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul

[00:02:19] Gimme dat, because I rock with the best

[00:02:27] Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, f**k the rest

[00:02:34] Chorus

[00:02:55] Verse 3: Buckshot

[00:02:58] Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk

[00:03:06] I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk

[00:03:07] Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord

[00:03:09] Get on my skateboard and do a motherf**kin' driveby

[00:03:10] You little crab a**flea

[00:03:11] Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

[00:03:12] Buckshot, no joke, smoke a ni**a like buddha

[00:03:14] Who the f**k you think you playin' wit

[00:03:14] Yeah, I'm sayin' it

[00:03:19] Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right

[00:03:20] Yo, sometimes I wonder how the f**k you get a mic

[00:03:21] But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid

[00:03:23] Niggaz get bucked down, b**ches get sprayed

[00:03:24] I do what I want, just so I can make loot

[00:03:33] If it's an eagle, pack the gat son

[00:03:45] You know how we do, true

[00:03:58] Chorus

[00:04:02] (Assorted shout outs 'til end