Ack Like U Want It

Black Moon

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    [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

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    [Chorus]

    [Buckshot]
    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, niggaz, 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 bitch ass boy, and take flight
    With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
    Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior
    Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz always survive
    Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames
    No need to scream now your calling out my name
    You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
    Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking 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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    Composición: Walt Dewgarde, K. Reid y Ewart Dewgarde

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