Intro: Buckshot  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck 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 fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma   No comma, straight through your mama like acid  I fucked 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 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 niggaz that 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 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, fuck the rest    Chorus    Verse 3: Buckshot    Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, 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 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  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)