Black Moon Ack Like U Want It Lyrics

Ack Like U Want It Lyrics

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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







[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]