《Powaful Impak! (Jaguar Skills ”Props” Remix)》歌词

[00:02:59] Powaful Impak! - Black Moon

[00:02:59] Intro: Buckshot

[00:02:59] Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there

[00:02:59] Who fronted on some b******t in the beginning, ***** dat

[00:02:59] (some reggae shouting)

[00:02:59] Verse 1: Buckshot

[00:02:59] Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty

[00:02:59] I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty

[00:02:59] Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why

[00:02:59] I'm quick to bombercars

[00:02:59] That ***** your armor, cause I cause mad trauma

[00:02:59] No comma, straight through your mama like acid

[00:02:59] I *****ed her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard

[00:02:59] You talk mad sh*t with no back up, what's up, act up

[00:02:59] You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life

[00:02:59] You *****in' with the wrong ni**a

[00:02:59] I ***** too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

[00:02:59] Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

[00:02:59] >From niggaz that fiend to see my little a** rot

[00:02:59] Peep my style, check my level

[00:02:59] I'm so hot, I shot a *****in' fair one with the devil

[00:02:59] Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your *****in' gat

[00:02:59] Here come brothers who are ready to act

[00:02:59] Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes

[00:02:59] [Powafal Impak

[00:02:59] Boom!! [the cannon

[00:02:59] (Repeat)

[00:02:59] Verse 2: Buckshot

[00:02:59] Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22

[00:02:59] By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew

[00:02:59] I step through, and represent Black Moon

[00:02:59] First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo

[00:02:59] Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard

[00:02:59] My sh*t is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd

[00:02:59] Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record

[00:02:59] Made your crew break up and girl get *****

[00:02:59] Respected, because I work hard for my cash

[00:02:59] Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash

[00:02:59] Look out below, my flow will hit your brain

[00:02:59] I got dough, but I still hop the train

[00:02:59] I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style

[00:02:59] Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul

[00:02:59] Gimme dat, because I rock with the best

[00:02:59] Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, ***** the rest

[00:02:59] Chorus

[00:02:59] Verse 3: Buckshot

[00:02:59] Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk

[00:02:59] I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk

[00:02:59] Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord

[00:02:59] Get on my skateboard and do a mother*****in' driveby

[00:02:59] You little crab a** flea

[00:02:59] Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

[00:02:59] Buckshot, no joke, smoke a ni**a like buddha

[00:02:59] Who the ***** you think you playin' wit

[00:02:59] Yeah, I'm sayin' it

[00:02:59] Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right

[00:02:59] Yo, sometimes I wonder how the ***** you get a mic

[00:02:59] But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid

[00:02:59] Niggaz get bucked down, *****es get sprayed

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

[00:02:59] If it's an eagle, pack the gat son

[00:02:59] You know how we do, true

[00:02:59] Chorus

[00:02:59] (Assorted shout outs 'til end