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black moon - niguz talk shit lyrics

(verse 1: buckshot shorty)
somebody call the morgue, i just caught a doa
two to the head, i shot the b-tch in broad day
no joke, i smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks
sh-t, killin every n-gg- in sight
bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like dolemite
cause i’m a sick–ss n-gg- with no brains
burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains
any thought i think, you blink and drink death
so i rip the mic and pat my n-gg- to the left
5ft. excellerator, greater than your crew
bring in your whole mob, m-th-f-cka, you’re still through
yo n-gg-, where’s my four-fifth?
i got more riff for any p-ssy n-gg-s who forfeit
bring it on, what, i got no shame
buckshot’s in the house and you know my name

(chorus)
n-gg-s talk sh-t but that ain’t my steel’
n-gg-s talk sh-t but that ain’t my steel’
n-gg-s talk sh-t but that ain’t my steel’
i’m the type of n-gg- to put lead in your grill

(verse 2: buckshot shorty)
slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick
p-ss the automatic, i’m about to flip
and spray n-gg-s with my vocal (?)
lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
and when i roll mad deep n-gg-s back off
f-ckin with buckshot it’s blood you cough
i don’t laugh or joke, i never choke on a blunt
but i chocke a stunt if it’s beef she want
so bring the m-th-f-ckin arrow and i play rambo
when i shoot the crossbow inside the hoe
and her n-gg-, triggers i’m addicted to
like angel dust i bust holes in your crew
you’re wack, face the fact, you’re all on my jock
till the ehm tic-toc, i don’t pop
so yo make way so i can make my day
i’m fonky but you’re pepe le pew

(chorus)

(verse 3: buckshot shorty)
watch your mouth, n-gg-, i heard you’re talkin mad sh-t
if you’re really on my d-ck, bend, take a lick
here’s your choice cause my voice’ll break backbones and necks
who’s next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec
i spray, no delay, more jabs than sugar ray
i murder then i drop dead bodies in the lake
beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
i’m no joke, i flip the script like de niro
i’m a full-course meal, you’re a one-dollar hero
i’m sorta like the mob when i get a job done
contracts and all that, guns, guns
so stay the f-ck back or feel the heat from my gat
buckshot shorty, see, i always stay strapped
with the nickel nine on my m-th-f-ckin waistline
b-tch, you know my name, bring it in

(chorus)

- black moon lyrics

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