[00:00.000] 作曲 : Black Moon
[00:10.290][Buckshot]
[00:20.346]Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
[00:22.924]Never on the Isle, bucked shots wasn’t a juvenile
[00:25.497]A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
[00:28.100]With an automatic, now I got static
[00:30.451]See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
[00:32.800]Now I'm just a paid hood, still up to no good
[00:35.408]With my crew from the Heights and the Island
[00:38.971]Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'
[00:40.260]I never changed, never rearranged my finesse
[00:42.590]Buck one time to your chest, through your vest
[00:45.171]F.A.P. , Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy
[00:50.331]I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
[00:52.929]Flip a scene, coming from a teen like Turner
[00:55.273]Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto
[00:57.860]Once I get my shit no need for the metro
[01:01.167]I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you
[01:02.741]Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you
[01:05.348]I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ass
[01:07.717]Leave another question and you might get blast
[01:09.770]
[01:10.465][Chorus - 4X]
[01:10.715]Ack like you want it
[01:12.453]Ack like you want it
[01:12.957]What! Bring the drama
[01:28.327]Ack like you want it
[01:29.343]
[01:30.312][5 Ft. Excellerator]
[01:30.312]I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage
[01:32.642]Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved
[01:34.983]You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
[01:37.567]You can't **** around the nigga that's live
[01:39.907]Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
[01:42.748]Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty
[01:45.080]Then he looked at me, as if I was insane
[01:47.437]I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain
[01:50.002]The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel
[01:52.316]Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal
[01:54.914]This time around, I flex the tec with ease
[01:58.215]And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze
[01:59.769]Cause I'll... cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand
[02:02.642]Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man
[02:05.221]There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
[02:07.303]Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side
[02:10.164](One time for your mother****ing mind)
[02:11.465]
[02:13.271][Chorus]
[02:28.168]
[02:29.187][Buckshot]
[02:29.963]I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
[02:32.534]He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
[02:35.142]Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed
[02:37.211]Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said
[02:40.062]I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real
[02:42.398]Wiz, Tec and Steele, niggaz, you know the deal
[02:45.014]I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke
[02:47.310]Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke
[02:49.885]Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics
[02:52.476]Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight
[02:54.796]With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
[02:58.859]Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior
[02:59.881]Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin
[03:02.965]And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT
[03:03.987]
[03:05.026][Chorus]
[03:23.169]
[03:23.954][5 Ft. Excellerator]
[03:24.987]From the town where niggaz always get bucked down
[03:27.590]Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound
[03:29.664]Word is around, that you're looking for the 5
[03:34.029]Surprise, real niggaz always survive
[03:34.818]Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames
[03:37.391]No need to scream now your calling out my name
[03:39.986]You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
[03:42.285]Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm ****ing your wife
[03:44.612]After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter
[03:47.179]And leave her body floating in some bloody bath water
[03:49.763]Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground
[03:52.348]Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around
[03:54.682]You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it
[03:57.295]As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it
[03:58.861]
[03:59.876][Chorus]

作曲 : Black Moon
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots wasn’t a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With an automatic, now I got static
See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
Now I'm just a paid hood, still up to no good
With my crew from the Heights and the Island
Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'
I never changed, never rearranged my finesse
Buck one time to your chest, through your vest
F.A.P. , Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy
I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
Flip a scene, coming from a teen like Turner
Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto
Once I get my shit no need for the metro
I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you
Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you
I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ass
Leave another question and you might get blast

Ack like you want it
Ack like you want it
What! Bring the drama
Ack like you want it

I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage
Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved
You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
You can't **** around the nigga that's live
Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty
Then he looked at me, as if I was insane
I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain
The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel
Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal
This time around, I flex the tec with ease
And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze
Cause I'll... cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand
Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side
(One time for your mother****ing mind)


I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed
Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said
I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real
Wiz, Tec and Steele, niggaz, you know the deal
I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke
Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke
Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics
Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight
With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior
Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin
And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT


From the town where niggaz always get bucked down
Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound
Word is around, that you're looking for the 5
Surprise, real niggaz always survive
Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames
No need to scream now your calling out my name
You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm ****ing your wife
After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter
And leave her body floating in some bloody bath water
Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground
Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around
You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it
As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it