Black Moon

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)
[Verse One: Steele]
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown its Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz were 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, shits hot cuz theyre pursuing
But its my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think Im gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break whats left
of your face, cuz youre sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in its 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 youre face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun
[Chorus: x4]
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
[Verse Two: Buckshot]
Real niggaz represent and dont 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?"
Im 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 Im the Buck and I dont give a fuck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
Im small but strong like that fucking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz Im all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tek]
Ahh shit, a personality split
And Im bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team
G want a clip thinkin Im takin this the underground moves
There aint no more fakin if youre fakin Im bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now its on for real
so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope youre not the picture on my scope, cuz the dreadll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
[Chorus]
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