[Intro]
Ayo this is straight up for all them n***as out there who fronted on some bullshit, in the beginning
Fuck that

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
N***as 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 n***as get smacked up
Word life, you fuckin' with the wrong n***a
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me Daddy Long Trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From n***as 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
Boo-ya-ka! Watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
Here come brothers who lyrically act

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[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 than Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I'm bustin' n***as 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 n***as, fuck the rest

[Hook: samples of Busta Rhymes]
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[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 n***a 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
N***as 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: samples of Busta Rhymes]
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