Powaful Impak!

[Verse 1: Buckshot] Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why I'm quick to bomb a crew So fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma No comma, straight through your mama like acid I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up You punk niggas 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 niggas who 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 lyrically act Hook: [samples of Busta Rhymes] [Powafal Impak] 4x Boom!! [From 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 boom 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 your 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' niggas open, Attica style Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul Gimme dap, because I rock with the best Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest [Hook] [Verse 3: Buckshot] Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk I pop junk and keep the pump 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 Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed I do what I must, just so I can make loot If it's illegal, pack the gat son You know how we do, true [Hook]