[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 x4]

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



[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]