Act Like U Want It - Black Moon

Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style

Never on the Isle, Buckshot was 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

And now I’m just a paid hood, still up to no good

With my crew from the Heights and the Island

Still flippin' niggas, and we still be buckwildin'

I never changed, never rearranged my finesse

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 on point to pack a joint, and a burner

Flip a scene, coming from a teen like Turner

Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto

Once I get my ride, ain’t no need for the metro

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

Ack like you want it

Ack like you want it

What!

Bring the drama

Ack like you want it

(5 Ft. Excellerator)

I bursted in a rage, catching wreck on stage

Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved

You frail ass niggas 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 niggas the raw deal, with the mad appeal

This time around, I flex the tec with ease

And if you really want, 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’s at your every side

One time for your motherfucking mind

(Buckshot)

I ran to the boom spot, and shot the dread

He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead

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, Tek and Steele, niggas, 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 Kane, I raise your little shortie’s bad behavior

Niggas better know that when I flow, I’m drinkin' gin and cinnamon

And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT

(5 Ft. Excellerator)

From the town where niggas 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 niggas 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 I have my man go and hit your only daughter

And leave her body floating in some bloody bath water

Just like a snake, a sl-sl-slithers on the ground

Nobody hears me move, or even knows 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 slit it