Intro: Buckshot. Hey yo this is straight up for all them niggaz out there. Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning fuck dat. (some reggae shouting). Verse 1: Buckshot. Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty. I kill black real so guard your grill like naughty. Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer why. I'm quick to bombercars. That fuck your armor cause I cause mad trauma. No comma straight through your mama like acid. I fucked her then I did it that's why you's a little bastard. You talk mad shit with no back up what's up act up. You punk niggaz get smacked up word life. You fuckin' with the wrong nigga. I fuck too many on the mic they call me daddy long trigger. Mister Buckshot makin' the gun hot. >From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot. Peep my style check my level. I'm so hot I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil. Booyakya! watch your back grab your fuckin' gat. Here come brothers who are ready to act. Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes]. [Powafal Impak] 4x. Boom!! [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 boo. 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 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' niggaz open Attica style. Yo straight to the jugular brother you're mad foul. Gimme dat because I rock with the best. Yo peace to the hardcore niggaz fuck the rest. Chorus. Verse 3: Buckshot. Free to the five to the four to the funk. I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk. Puff the skunk and get high Oh lord. Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuck you get a mic. But I don't sweat that cause I 'm still paid. Niggaz get bucked down bitches get sprayed. I do what I want just so I can make loot. If it's an eagle pack the gat son. You know how we do true. Chorus. (Assorted shout outs 'til end)