Powaful Impak - Black Moon

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, b