Black Smif-n-wessun - Black Moon

[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 fuckin 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 fucked-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 fuck my dick you can suck 
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla 
I'm small but st