BLACK MOON - Enta da stage lyrics

Buckshot

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]

Jump up

All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once

I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook

Flippin the hook like flippin a book

Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin

It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin

The original comin through with the boogaloo

What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who

Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back

And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack

You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock

Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock

So ease out, selector, play that shit

For all my niggas locked down, play that shit

For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit

And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split

So polly I'ma give you every page

Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage

[ CHORUS ]

Jump up

(Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty)

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]

If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it

Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it

From the front - ugh, from the back - ugh

Load the clip, hit em up with the back in his fuckin back

You better run, fucker

The original is a real gun lover, word to mother

Buckshot, come test me if you wan dead

And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head

So I can see shit slow

I'm bringin it down to the highs and the lows of the flow

A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch

I own the flow, you know I mastered it

What, picture a nigga droppin me

Ain't shit stoppin me, you're cockin me

I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas

At the count of three squeeze your trigger

On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook

From the ( ? ), after hook, after hook

You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne

Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny

Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun

Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson

[ CHORUS ]