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Black Moon - One-Two lyrics
[Buckshot] Buckshot rock niggas like kicks Sport hos like clothes Cock back the double barrel, used to be broke like an arrow Walk a real narrow, path, you don't know the half Nigga you ain't do the math, add up As I bag up, weed from the stash Win the war, throw the flag up Course right, fuck beein quit I'ma blast thru the nuzzle of my gun, first, then burst When you see the worst, it was Buckshot Little Tazmanian, black Damien Purpose is to pull the plug and shoot the enemy inside the mug Like what, Buck never gave a fuck One-Two Aiyo One-Two---- Redman *repeated over* [Buckshot] Thru the mist of the black smoke One toke, take a hit, inhale in some real ill shit What you about to deal with is the worst in here I'm 5 foot 4, raw little nightmare Givin heavy not a light stare Concentrate to hit my target on sight Now who gon get it tonight A few bitches on my list now a few niggas get me pissed now, but who gon get dissed now First, I kick a verse for them niggas that thurst for the liquid When I kick it, check it True soldier, started as a teen in rap thing Now I'm like the rap Don King Blastin thru the city with, no car While you drivin your city whip, where ya jar nigga? *more "one-two's" scratched* [5 Ft.] The problem is you didn't listen when I warned you Now I took five step, now I'mma lawn you Evaluated, elevated, escalated, exellerated Even became more educated Comin thru fully equiped, stick it to the script Prepare for battle and war, causin the enemy to abandon ship It's my turn to burn, the flame I desent like the sun And catch rip with or against anyone The heat is on, as knowledge is beein born Creatin that electrical magnetic dorm Consistant combagin, do you really think you can fuck with This intelligent team of destruction Forever buildin and destructin Maintainin balance in our cypher Keepin a more flammable fluid than in your lighter Got enough energy to incite ya, excite ya Yeah, I'm here to take ya higher to the Messiah And get my earth wind & fire, Devil's a lier You best to beware of the soul buyer Better drive the lead ya to damnation, cancelation But every good is duck this God right creation My get down is all in my mans for the station Bring ya four universal greatings which be peace Travel worldwide, leavin my mark in the east Many fakes and frauds be gettin applauded At least ya brain weight, that of distorted Got my peoples reachin it when they can't afford it Forgetten the true factors of life I'm bringin this drum thru my windpipe My shit is mad tight Shinin the true light, boastin ya adreneline To take flight, Power Universals out of sight Hah! |
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