Black Moon 6 Feet Deep

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Diggin' In Tha Vaults
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Verse 1:
At night I can feel the vibe in sight
straight through the individual in flight
Everybody got hit when I bust heat, I had to let the 1-2 guage...speak
Why? Because we Murder MC's everyday, motherf-ckers don't play
Straight from the under, whenever I see the wonder, I wonder
How, nuff punk niggas got caught let's start, the art is the choclate
I'm sparkin' it, play the quarterback, hut, so I can get a nut
When I take a pull niggas your dead bwoy what?
I'm talking to you and your whole crew, pick 'em out
Whatever one you want dead first
save the best for last cause I got a verse
That'll burst like Bubble Yum, troublesome
dumb niggas in the back on crack thats...

Hook:
"6 feet deep in the crease" (x16)

Verse 2:
Thunder, thunder from the one
the original one to pack heat like the sun
Pull a gun, niggas better run, FAST, nigga what?
Nigga bring apon cock on ass
Look behind and feel the heat from the devil on your back
I'm pullin' a mac, hum, now learn your lesson, now Smif-N-Wesson
Recognize that Heltah Skeltah's on the rise
and you can look into the eyes of a devil
Motherf-ck a 10% cause when I represent the 5%, the God's get bend
Shake from the right to left now left to right
You drop the mic cause you was BUTT, throw your hands up WHAT?
Fatigue wear up to here, no fear
wear your TImberlands tie them up now we in there
I get no time to fake G's, come follow me
6 feet deep inside the creep

Hook (x16)

Verse 3:
First MC up to bat, Buckshot back never wack
cause I can attack the shrat?
Black and original crooks style, no style is the bitch ass style
You f-ck around and get the gun blaow, look at me now bwoy
Come test, get out the buddha,sees can make a man get finesse
You must be f-ckin' with that backyard bullshit
Cause the cord shit that I f-ck with get me it, no doubt
A dime of that Hawaiian sess, make a nigga like me finesse
Forget about stress just parlay, play the side
And I'm a take you niggas on another ride, like...

Hook (x16

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Black Moon Slave

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a f-ck
I hate the weak shit, man it be f-ckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
But until I fall off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
I feel like I'm trapped in the motherf-ckin cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack
And I don't give a f-ck what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo
We might just bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check
Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a slave

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Black Moon Onslaught

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: War Zone
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Featuring Busta Rhymes]
(verse 1 -- Buckshot)
Buck spread love like the Pope but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close
Rock you with a dose of TNT
What you ain't believe in me?
I'm comin' back from of these who be thievin' me
I'm incredible also edible
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide but you get with I
You try, you die
Don't deny the fact that you got your back blown by bronoculars
The way I'm rockin' ya and drop toppin' ya
Nolo go for dolo and we tallyin'
All my outlaws form a rally and we bomb first fool
Pull the toll, see what happen if you hesitate
I cut your blood supply short, it's your fault
you got caught in the onslaught
(hook -- Busta Rhymes)
Yo in the onslaught your lives got caught
Now we can run the full court all in a blood sport
And while we hold the fort cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn wild like (comin' for you)
(verse 2)
I used to sit back and let a lot of clicks
get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of clicks
Broke wit' no chips, frontin' in the game wit'
a little record deal but still drive the same whip
It's a shame ain't it, the vision that they show you in the videos
would really make you think that you got the ghetto, oh
Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin' to stay
But yo, at the same time I ain't tryin' to run away
A lot of family get left behind
back on the block still left to grind, some still do crime
some do time, but no matter what
none of my heads keep an empty shell inside the nine
Cock back, Buck on the Evil Dee track and make the mind react
Smoke a fat one listen to Buck and get black
As a matter of fact
even if you don't toke you can feel the contact
(hook)
(verse 3)
See you through the window to your rescue I guess you
heard the rest do all that wackness but in fact it's
Sounded kinda good 'til you hear this phatness
You lack this, what scrap this
Record this, oh my Lord this is the warning sign for y'all
B.D. wanna ball
Is you feelin' me? Let me know somethin'
And if you see me with you smoke well let me smoke somethin'
Pump it up like he, film me like Spike Lee,
body count like Ice-T, do it nicely
Hize to see the B.D. Buckshot rappin' he can make the bomb happen
All my heads stick to gun clappin'
don't change, from my street cats to my man Starang
Bang, bang, yo, can you hang yo
It's your own fault you got caught up in the rain yo
now in the onslaught
(hook) x 3

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Black Moon Powaful Impak

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Intro: Buckshot
Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there
Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, f-ck 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 f-ck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I f-cked 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 f-ckin' with the wrong nigga
I f-ck 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 f-ckin' fair one with the devil
Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your f-ckin' 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, f-ck 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 motherf-ckin' 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 f-ck 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 f-ck 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

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Black Moon The Onslaught

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: War Zone
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

featuring Busta Rhymes

[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
[Busta R.] Each and every time
(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?
(Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz
Listen to this right here motherf-cker what?
[Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close
Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga

[Buckshot]
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
of TNT, niggaz ain't believe in me?
I'm comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me
I'm incredible, also edible
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't f-ck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya
and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali
All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga
Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate
and cut yoour blood supply short
The bloodsport, the motherf-ckin onslaught

[CHORUS] -> Busta Rhymes
Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport!

[Buckshot]
Comin for you
I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit
get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit
A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with
a little record deal but still drive the same whip
Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you
in they videos'll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto
Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay


But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away
A lot of family is left behind
A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime
Some do time, but, no matter what
None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine
Cockback, f-ckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react
Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black
As a matter of fact
Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact

[CHORUS]

[Buckshot]
Comin for you
Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you
heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it
sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit
You lack shit, nigga track this
Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all
B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin
And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin
Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee
Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely
Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin
f-ck it, I'ma make it happen
All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don't change
From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang
Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga?
It's your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga

[CHORUS

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Black Moon Buck Em Down Da Beatminerz Remix

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Diggin In The Vaults
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Intro: Buckshot Shorty
Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey
Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth
I'm your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air
We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so
just buckle up, enjoy your flight
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick
And show em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik
You know what they say about brothaz who screwface
Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life
I ain't gonna bull, ask my man Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Kid it's hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland
Buck with the Shot that I bang with hang with
gang hanger with the double-edged banger
Boot Camp Clik's breakin your laws
If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within
But I'ma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil Dee
Buck em down!! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down!! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down...
Buck em down!! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down!! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down...
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty
Yeah they tell me chill when I kick it
Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the L's and how I lick it
Or how I shot somebody in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street lover
On the corner out shootin the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ headin up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize
I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?
Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit em up with the plastic
Chorus
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was the mack
Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the gear that I G'd
and a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed
A mad little brotha runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-ass
but youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last
They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-four it's all about the war
Ninety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the original head givin instructions
Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak, get they s--- ass played
Chorus
Outro: Buckshot Shorty
Yeah, I like this
Ya know, this is hittin
to the lab, down in Bucktown, hah
I hope you enjoyed your flight
with Black Moon, word
This is how we do on the regular
And umm, please come again
Word, we out
(Wind parade

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Black Moon Shit Iz Real

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
Hold my Tec, cuz my niggaz pump by day
Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight
Six feet deep in the creep
Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week
Word is bond, shit is on like this
Gotta move, cuz I'm on a nigga hitlist
You know the kid with the rock from up the block
Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop
Ridiculous to think you're hittin me
You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat
But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown
My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound
f-ck what you heard, it's about what you hit
And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit
f-ckin all my niggaz cuz they know Black Moon
Shit iz real yo, pass that boom
Never parlay without a L
Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail
Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry
Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day
It's hot, shit is on ask the cops
Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block
Ease back, nuff man ah die like that
Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back
Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave
Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath
The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real
Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel
on a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back
f-ck where you're from, it's about where you're at
Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown
Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound
I'm real, shit iz real, f-ck the raw deal
Pick up the bitch in the back by the field
on the word, shit is heard in two-third
Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd
On-The-Real is locked down, what?
Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown
Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes
All my niggaz on G mad lows knows
all about the breaker of the cash
Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass
I got a vibe in site, hmmm
Maybe cuz I had to get it on last night
With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock
Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him
And when it comes to loading clips
Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip
Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.
All my niggaz must represent eryday
on the steel, shit iz real word to Feel
Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real

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Black Moon How Many MCs

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Im takin ya back come follow me
on a journey to see a for real MC
the mind tricks the body
body thinks the mind is crazy
but when I get the slazy
keep my flow Im swayze
I break..you take
whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
the incredible lyical and original
You can kill a bull if you wanna take it cool
Whatever I see I attack(tack)
f-ck up the back black/nigga f-ck that
The devil lurks in my heart yearns for it well
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat
(GUNSHOT)Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye direct hit dont miss..
but How Many MC's Must Get Dissed
Chorus
I can break it down like whatever you want
your runnin like this
?????but I gets bizzd when Im pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch get off my dick
I open up and boot em then I shoot em up
Whatever
Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I enta da stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust em off somein awful
and then I leave the stage
Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
ya shittin, ya ass thinkin I caught ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin shit to my man
so had to get em
Yep..you can get the fist
Whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed
Chorus
I gotta nigga on scope throught the eye of an Eagle
but I had the nigga puffin steel
my brain is lethal
Pain as a niggas brain Im goin insane
pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
dont try to walk wit a switch bitch like your cute
you jus couldnt let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Prendsedara excetera yah right
so f-ck what you heard its about gettin blipped
In 1993 motherf-ckers get dissed

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Black Moon Black Smith N Wessun

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
Chorus: repeat 4X
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse Two: Buckshot
Real niggaz represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we f-ckin do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even f-cked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I
walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a f-ck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but strong like that f-cking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a f-ck, I never give a f-ck, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
Chorus
Verse Three: Tek
Ahh shit, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a f-ck now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
Chorus

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Black Moon This is What it Sounds Like Worldwind

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: War Zone
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Hum, And another one (Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha)

Buck flow with the speed of a bodsled
Bust led to the head plus I stay red
Everytime I think about the dead
I think about what Makaveli said
Fight for the one's who bled
And this MC shit we at V shit got outta hand
But they aint stop the plan
Unaffective
No respect for this but my perspective is
Those who walk the path of the straight and narrow
We could rule the land like farrow
Plus enjoy the bone to the marrow
Delicious, eat an emcee for breakfast the break fast
Shatter niggaz dreams like glass a ass
How many niggaz wanna get with this shit mxed the boo's
And sit with this is what it sounds like

1 - This is what it sounds like
When ya walk in the worldwind [x5]

I heard alot of yall try to dis the flex
Hum, who the f-ck im gonna scream on next
Is it you in the black truck moving with your gat stuck
Good try to follow buck but ya got bad luck
Next time you get your bullshit click to try to hit me up fast
Dont give em gas
f-ck if its the past I outlast the rest of them
Shot the best of them
Who the f-ck wanna test the son
Guns got developed in the war we fight
>From the weakest to the strongest
I been on tour for the longest at night
I used to dream about becoming the star when
I first seen the microphone feened the R
In 86 and now im in the mix
I like the blackstreet I need a fix
So call up the doctor its
Time to rock you with the shit
So sit back cause when I hear it
Beat bodies, niggas man I flip its

Repeat 1

I used to hear beats
Buck with the baseline
And 1 thing I never did was waste time
Rhyme after rhyme I got
Tired of MC's coming with weak shit
Damn u need the BD beats
So I give it to you in the form of this
Not an alcoholic but I sip liquid lyrics
They put me in the mood to bug out (bug out)
Lyrically a victor weak you could get the f-ck out
When I sneak huh I wrote a L first
Im thinking about this earth and how we walked this hell first
I hold on to this rap shit
See its the world in me music lets me be free its the only true girl for me
Im representing form 1, 2, 3, 5FT, Buckshot and Evil Dee
You knew that I was coming but MC's not came out
And showed how we get MC's got
Kid I got alot, but Imma save it for later you tell me who's greater
When they rock with Beatminerz

Repeat 1

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Black Moon I Got Cha Opin Remix

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: I Got Cha Opin 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Yeah, original crooks, original heads. We doin' it like this.
Word up!
I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train I saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast
At least I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit frontin' on the good ship lollipop
Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul
Look at my hot eye's tell me how could you be cold
I'm coming to you from the underground, with a thunder sound
#1 question, "Yo how can I be down?"
But I tell you bring your lighter and roll your finger
Back up on the lighter so you can see the fire finger
Go from left to right then front to back
Herbal verbal lead is givin' the mic contact
React whenever I keep your head scopin'
Ahh don't front you know I got cha opin
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphram my man
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like lookin' for the right one, baby
If it's payday I'm at your doorstep
I never sweat swingin' the epp nowadays 'cuz my rep
Is known for the tricks that is straight like toys
In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy
Wreckin' shop. I drop the top make the seeds pop
From the live that I sparked last night in the dark
I be dedicated to the moon 'cuz it's Black
Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side jack
Now we goin' back to "Who's Got The Props?" when I blew up the spot
Last year on the box.
Pressure to come back with another fat single
Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle
But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
and I'mma take you to another level first, Yeah
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
First of all listen, I'm the N you know that
when you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow
Right away. I'm givin' you a brighter day.
It's never sunny, still don't nothin' move but the honey out the page
So I enta the brotha zone. I come to the front of the stage
And let you know who's on the phone. Leave it alone.
See it's a hip hop thang. Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame.
You can fool the rest but you can't fool me.
See the best school me for the simple fact
It's the g-o-d, buck to the shot
Still took the techs and Buck took the rocks
So forget the past, no more Shorty
Strictly Buckshot, I rock you 1 down to 40 Below
I gots to let her know that I am the day that never tire everytime
I felt the fire
People try this when your jam got cold
Used to be the man now your band got old
I know the plan, so I keep you scopin'
Don't front you know I got cha opin.
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
Yeah, without no doubt. This is dedicated to my man
Big 5, Big Trev. Real's in the place to be
We're coming to get you out, kid.
And we out...no doubt

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Black Moon Black Smif N Wessun

Şarkıcı: Black Moon
Albüm: Enta Da Stage
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
Chorus: repeat 4X
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse Two: Buckshot
Real niggaz represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we f-ckin do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even f-cked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I
walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a f-ck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but strong like that f-cking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a f-ck, I never give a f-ck, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
Chorus
Verse Three: Tek
Ahh shit, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a f-ck now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
Chorus

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