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Black Moon - Ack Like U Want It lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Buckshot] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style Never on the Isle, bucked shots as 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 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 faness 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/tin like Turner Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so 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 ave Leave another question and you might get blast [Chorus - 4X] Ack like you want it Ack like you want it What! Bring the drama Ack like you want it [5 Ft. Excellerator] 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 fuck with 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 motherfucking mind [Chorus] [Buckshot] 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 Stelle, 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 [Chorus] [5 Ft. Excellerator] 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 fucking your wife After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter And leave her body floating in some bloddy 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 [Chorus] |
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