Ack Like U Want It - Black Moon

[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]

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