lirik lagu black moon - buckshot's freestyle joint
[buckshot]
sometimes you bark, and some of them they ride hip hop
buckshot, bust cheek, my trigger pon c-ck
non stop, when i rock, n-ggas be on my jock
so i got flocks to carry glocks for the cops
n-ggas know my style, cause i be buckwild on the franklin avenue
whatever have you please, to my man, yoo-yoo, spark that l
let’s get with the buddha session, back a n-gga down
with my black smith & wessin, you can call me crazy
because i hate b-tches, head to the neck to the leg full of st-tches
break you f-cking down, youse a clown, with my tre-pound
fill it in your m-th-f-ckin’ chest on the ground, get down
n-gga, don’t try to fight back
you be writing rhymes, and i be like, ‘yo, you ain’t write that’
i heard it from my n-gga, and i see him down the way n-ggas be on my d-ck
because i’m like, yo, mr. k, the original ill subliminal
type sh-t, when i grab the mic, you be like ‘yo, i wanna do hype sh-t’
ups, ups, and aways wes goes
i can rock the mic because i got mad flows
like, this, that, dilly, dally
last time i f-cked your f-cking girlfriend sally
in the alley, right up the -n-l
she was like yo buckshot shorty you bring the pain too
my type of -ss like the gl-ss filled with gr-ss
when i’m on your d-ck, you know i shine like br-ss
n-ggas on my d-ck, because i gots mad strength
and when i f-cked the girl, but it bleed
i go to left, i never stop, because i can rough it the top of my head
n-ggas be like; yo, shorty, i thought you was dead
i thought you was the vein from the way they had you strained
on the last time, on the rhyme, you brung pain
to all the other mc’s, like my man, five ft
n-ggas be like, yo shorty, can you rock the mic please
slapped on your sk!lls, didn’t think you had it
your gonna shoot the mic, like my main peradict, on the mic
give a check, one, two, to the head, n-ggas be on your d-ck
so yo, yo, just come and flip a script
[5ft.]
back up off this little trip
to pull the m-th-f-ckin’ dozen, give a d-ck
so, don’t you dare, press your luck
the war has begun, and i’mma about to get in
flip a script, pick a target & i shoot to k!ll
cuz i deathstalk with the glock strapped to the right
prefer grenades cause they get the job, done right
i blow but sneeze, let n-ggas know what i mean
when i get mad, i go the m-th-f-ckin’ bloodstream
bust a b-tch in her throat and watch blood spill
as i get, an ill do, she die for her own will
i’m sending bodies after bodies to the morgue
and with an autopsy, somebody had a smorgesboard
of jealousy, i feast the heart to body parts
as i spark up that l and get dirty after dark
one time, as i blow your m-th-f-ckin’ mind
it’s time for me to get ill, and commit a mad crime
i went off throat, but, i keep the flow going
keep it going, keep it up and going, and i’m just showing you
just a little bit, of my lyrical sk!lls
when i go with the sk!lls that pay the bills, when i flip
and i rip, it’s time to be — ahhh, f-ck it
[buckshot]
inside of the mind, i see
i’m the type of n-gga that you call a mad freak
cuz i’m a scorpion, buckshot shorty, be
in your f-cking drawers, yo, sharp like claws
always break laws, cause i hate the f-cking devil
n-ggas be on my d-ck, cause i’m a hardcore rebel
look at the 85, you’se a dumb, deaf and blind
i’m the type of n-gga, that flip the script, i hit from behind
like my n-ggas mobb deep, creep on the under
yo, where’s my man, mighty-o, p-ss the blunt-a
a n-gga like me, because i’ve been ya man for years
word up, i knocked out beers, and then we knocked out years
and all the type of sh-t, that we did, me just can’t hang with
we grab the glocks, bang-bang, bang-bang with
n-ggas on two-third, word up, served
when we got f-cked up, yo, we just smoke the pound of herb
we never gave a d-mn, we went blow for blow
n-ggas were on our d-ck, because we’re toe to toe
and n-ggas pulled out knives and razors
but we pull out the m-th-f-ckin’ infered lazer
right to the head, now pull, n-gga
i’mma get swift with my trigger, take a swig of the 40
on the block, to park the yard
n-ggas be on my d-ck because i say that i’m god
why, cause i’m god, cause i manifest the p-ss’
what? and i’mma catch you down
when i hit you with the push in the mush
in the green, from the textbook
like the holy koran, when i drops the bomb
i’mma take it easy, cause you not ready for me
if i say this type of sh-t, you might just spit, or with
but if you, get it, yo, you gotta, dig it
now i can grab the mic, check one, can you get with it
yo, 5 f-t, bring it back from the top of the head for me, aight?
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