Black Moon – Ack Like U Want It lyrics

Send* corrections to the typist [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' ni z***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 s s***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 a ni** z***want a piece of the 5 but, You
can't f k**with the n anusthat'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 n anuswith a lot on my brain The
pressure starts to build when, I grab my steel Giving
ni z***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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I
ran to the boone spot and, shot the dread He
fished my nickle bag of skunk weed now, he dead but Bust
lead to the head never, did like a fed Rule
with the mad tool fool, check what I said I'm
taking you down I'm, breaking you down I'm, real Wiz
Tec, and Stelle ni, z***you, know the deal I'm
for real no joke so, on the gun smoke Provoke
your, dusty style makes, me choke Never
bite but, I write when, I grab mics Boot
your pretty b h***a boy** and, take flight With
my razor the, infra-red lazer blaze, ya Like
cane I, raise your little shorter's bad behavior ni
z***better know that when I flow I'm, drinkin gin and cinnomin And
when I flaunt it ack, like you want it [Chorus

]:[5

Ft Excellerator]. From
the town where ni z***always get bucked down Kicked
in the door keep, my finger on the pound Word
is around that, you're looking for the 5 Surprise
real, ni z***always survive Don't
be amazed I'm, alive from the flames No
need to scream now your calling out my name You
little b h***a n** anusyou, tried to take my life Now
I'm taking all you own plus, I'm f gay***your wife After
that my man's gonna, hit your only daughter And
leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water Just
like a snake sl-sl-slitters, on the ground Nobody
hears me move even, know that I'm around You
acting like you want it now, you're gonna have to get it As
I grab you by your throat feel, the heat as I just split it [Chorus

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