[{"id":228243,"name":"Ack Like U Want It","trackName":"Ack Like U Want It","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nBoo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\nNever on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\nA little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\nWith an automatic, now I got static\nSee back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\nNow I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\nWith my crew from the Heights and the Island\nStill flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\nI never changed, never rearranged my faness\nBuck one time to your chest, through your vest\nF.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\nOne time for your motherfucking mind\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nI ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\nHe fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\nBust lead to the head, never did like a fed\nRule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\nI'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\nWiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\nI'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\nProvoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\nNever bite, but I write, when I grab mics\nBoot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\nWith my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\nLike cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\nNiggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\nAnd when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nFrom the town where niggaz always get bucked down\nKicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\nWord is around, that you're looking for the 5\nSurprise, real niggaz always survive\nDon't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\nNo need to scream now your calling out my name\nYou little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\nNow I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\nAfter that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\nAnd leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\nJust like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\nNobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\nYou acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\nAs I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Buckshot)\n[00:19.92] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n[00:21.77] Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n[00:25.41] A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n[00:28.15] With an automatic, now I got static\n[00:29.98] See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n[00:31.73] Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n[00:35.39] With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n[00:37.16] Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n[00:39.97] I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n[00:42.61] Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n[00:44.48] F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n[00:49.87] I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n[00:51.69] Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n[00:54.41] Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n[00:57.10] Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n[01:01.62] I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n[01:02.59] Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n[01:05.26] I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n[01:07.02] Leave another question and you might get blast\n[01:08.93] (Chorus x4)\n[01:09.15] Ack like you want it\n[01:10.81] Ack like you want it\n[01:12.42] What! Bring the drama\n[01:13.64] Ack like you want it\n[01:22.10] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[03:24.45] From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n[03:27.15] Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n[03:28.90] Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n[03:31.66] Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n[03:34.30] Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n[03:37.19] No need to scream now your calling out my name\n[03:38.96] You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n[03:41.68] Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n[03:44.37] After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n[03:47.02] And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n[03:48.82] Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n[03:51.57] Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n[03:54.26] You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n[03:56.94] As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n[03:59.76] (Chorus)\n[04:06.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ack Like U Want It\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: With an automatic, now I got static\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29980\n- text: See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n  start_ms: 29980\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 37160\n- text: Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n  start_ms: 37160\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 42610\n- text: Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n  start_ms: 42610\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: F.A.P. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":19403609,"name":"Ack Like U Want It","trackName":"Ack Like U Want It","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":299.327425,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nBoo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\nNever on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\nA little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\nWith an automatic, now I got static\nSee back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\nNow I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\nWith my crew from the Heights and the Island\nStill flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\nI never changed, never rearranged my faness\nBuck one time to your chest, through your vest\nF.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\nOne time for your motherfucking mind\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nI ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\nHe fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\nBust lead to the head, never did like a fed\nRule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\nI'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\nWiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\nI'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\nProvoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\nNever bite, but I write, when I grab mics\nBoot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\nWith my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\nLike cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\nNiggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\nAnd when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nFrom the town where niggaz always get bucked down\nKicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\nWord is around, that you're looking for the 5\nSurprise, real niggaz always survive\nDon't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\nNo need to scream now your calling out my name\nYou little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\nNow I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\nAfter that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\nAnd leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\nJust like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\nNobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\nYou acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\nAs I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Buckshot)\n[00:19.92] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n[00:21.77] Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n[00:25.41] A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n[00:28.15] With an automatic, now I got static\n[00:29.98] See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n[00:31.73] Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n[00:35.39] With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n[00:37.16] Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n[00:39.97] I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n[00:42.61] Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n[00:44.48] F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n[00:49.87] I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n[00:51.69] Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n[00:54.41] Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n[00:57.10] Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n[01:01.62] I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n[01:02.59] Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n[01:05.26] I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n[01:07.02] Leave another question and you might get blast\n[01:08.93] (Chorus x4)\n[01:09.15] Ack like you want it\n[01:10.81] Ack like you want it\n[01:12.42] What! Bring the drama\n[01:13.64] Ack like you want it\n[01:22.10] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[03:24.45] From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n[03:27.15] Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n[03:28.90] Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n[03:31.66] Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n[03:34.30] Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n[03:37.19] No need to scream now your calling out my name\n[03:38.96] You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n[03:41.68] Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n[03:44.37] After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n[03:47.02] And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n[03:48.82] Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n[03:51.57] Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n[03:54.26] You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n[03:56.94] As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n[03:59.76] (Chorus)\n[04:06.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ack Like U Want It\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 299327\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: With an automatic, now I got static\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29980\n- text: See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n  start_ms: 29980\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 37160\n- text: Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n  start_ms: 37160\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 42610\n- text: Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n  start_ms: 42610\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: F.A.P. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":24293371,"name":"Ack Like U Want It","trackName":"Ack Like U Want It","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)","duration":297.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nBoo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\nNever on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\nA little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\nWith an automatic, now I got static\nSee back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\nNow I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\nWith my crew from the Heights and the Island\nStill flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\nI never changed, never rearranged my faness\nBuck one time to your chest, through your vest\nF.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\nOne time for your motherfucking mind\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nI ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\nHe fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\nBust lead to the head, never did like a fed\nRule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\nI'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\nWiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\nI'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\nProvoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\nNever bite, but I write, when I grab mics\nBoot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\nWith my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\nLike cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\nNiggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\nAnd when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nFrom the town where niggaz always get bucked down\nKicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\nWord is around, that you're looking for the 5\nSurprise, real niggaz always survive\nDon't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\nNo need to scream now your calling out my name\nYou little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\nNow I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\nAfter that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\nAnd leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\nJust like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\nNobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\nYou acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\nAs I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Buckshot)\n[00:19.92] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n[00:21.77] Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n[00:25.41] A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n[00:28.15] With an automatic, now I got static\n[00:29.98] See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n[00:31.73] Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n[00:35.39] With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n[00:37.16] Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n[00:39.97] I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n[00:42.61] Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n[00:44.48] F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n[00:49.87] I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n[00:51.69] Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n[00:54.41] Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n[00:57.10] Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n[01:01.62] I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n[01:02.59] Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n[01:05.26] I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n[01:07.02] Leave another question and you might get blast\n[01:08.93] (Chorus x4)\n[01:09.15] Ack like you want it\n[01:10.81] Ack like you want it\n[01:12.42] What! Bring the drama\n[01:13.64] Ack like you want it\n[01:22.10] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[03:24.45] From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n[03:27.15] Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n[03:28.90] Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n[03:31.66] Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n[03:34.30] Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n[03:37.19] No need to scream now your calling out my name\n[03:38.96] You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n[03:41.68] Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n[03:44.37] After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n[03:47.02] And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n[03:48.82] Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n[03:51.57] Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n[03:54.26] You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n[03:56.94] As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n[03:59.76] (Chorus)\n[04:06.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ack Like U Want It\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 297800\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: With an automatic, now I got static\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29980\n- text: See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n  start_ms: 29980\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 37160\n- text: Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n  start_ms: 37160\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 42610\n- text: Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n  start_ms: 42610\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: F.A.P. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":21743207,"name":"Ack Like U Want It","trackName":"Ack Like U Want It","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":297.8399999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nBoo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\nNever on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\nA little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\nWith an automatic, now I got static\nSee back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\nNow I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\nWith my crew from the Heights and the Island\nStill flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\nI never changed, never rearranged my faness\nBuck one time to your chest, through your vest\nF.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\nOne time for your motherfucking mind\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nI ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\nHe fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\nBust lead to the head, never did like a fed\nRule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\nI'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\nWiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\nI'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\nProvoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\nNever bite, but I write, when I grab mics\nBoot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\nWith my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\nLike cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\nNiggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\nAnd when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nFrom the town where niggaz always get bucked down\nKicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\nWord is around, that you're looking for the 5\nSurprise, real niggaz always survive\nDon't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\nNo need to scream now your calling out my name\nYou little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\nNow I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\nAfter that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\nAnd leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\nJust like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\nNobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\nYou acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\nAs I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Buckshot)\n[00:19.92] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n[00:21.77] Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n[00:25.41] A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n[00:28.15] With an automatic, now I got static\n[00:29.98] See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n[00:31.73] Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n[00:35.39] With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n[00:37.16] Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n[00:39.97] I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n[00:42.61] Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n[00:44.48] F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n[00:49.87] I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n[00:51.69] Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n[00:54.41] Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n[00:57.10] Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n[01:01.62] I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n[01:02.59] Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n[01:05.26] I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n[01:07.02] Leave another question and you might get blast\n[01:08.93] (Chorus x4)\n[01:09.15] Ack like you want it\n[01:10.81] Ack like you want it\n[01:12.42] What! Bring the drama\n[01:13.64] Ack like you want it\n[01:22.10] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n[03:24.45] From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n[03:27.15] Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n[03:28.90] Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n[03:31.66] Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n[03:34.30] Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n[03:37.19] No need to scream now your calling out my name\n[03:38.96] You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n[03:41.68] Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n[03:44.37] After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n[03:47.02] And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n[03:48.82] Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n[03:51.57] Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n[03:54.26] You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n[03:56.94] As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n[03:59.76] (Chorus)\n[04:06.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ack Like U Want It\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition'\n  duration_ms: 297840\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: With an automatic, now I got static\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29980\n- text: See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n  start_ms: 29980\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 37160\n- text: Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n  start_ms: 37160\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 42610\n- text: Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n  start_ms: 42610\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: F.A.P. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":13348523,"name":"Ack Like U Want It","trackName":"Ack Like U Want It","artistName":"Black Moon / Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nBoo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\nNever on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\nA little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\nWith an automatic, now I got static\nSee back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\nNow I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\nWith my crew from the Heights and the Island\nStill flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\nI never changed, never rearranged my faness\nBuck one time to your chest, through your vest\nF.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\nOne time for your motherfucking mind\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nI ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\nHe fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\nBust lead to the head, never did like a fed\nRule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\nI'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\nWiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\nI'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\nProvoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\nNever bite, but I write, when I grab mics\nBoot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\nWith my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\nLike cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\nNiggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\nAnd when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nFrom the town where niggaz always get bucked down\nKicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\nWord is around, that you're looking for the 5\nSurprise, real niggaz always survive\nDon't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\nNo need to scream now your calling out my name\nYou little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\nNow I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\nAfter that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\nAnd leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\nJust like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\nNobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\nYou acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\nAs I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Buckshot)\n[00:19.92] Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n[00:21.77] Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n[00:25.41] A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n[00:28.15] With an automatic, now I got static\n[00:29.98] See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n[00:31.73] Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n[00:35.39] With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n[00:37.16] Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n[00:39.97] I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n[00:42.61] Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n[00:44.48] F.A.P. 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Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 51690\n- text: Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  start_ms: 51690\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 57100\n- text: Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  start_ms: 57100\n  end_ms: 61620\n- text: I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  start_ms: 61620\n  end_ms: 62590\n- text: Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  start_ms: 62590\n  end_ms: 65260\n- text: I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  start_ms: 65260\n  end_ms: 67020\n- text: Leave another question and you might get blast\n  start_ms: 67020\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: (Chorus x4)\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: Ack like you want it\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 70810\n- text: Ack like you want it\n  start_ms: 70810\n  end_ms: 72420\n- text: What! 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. 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Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. 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Excellerator)\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 89240\n- text: I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  start_ms: 89240\n  end_ms: 91920\n- text: Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  start_ms: 91920\n  end_ms: 94770\n- text: You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  start_ms: 94770\n  end_ms: 97410\n- text: You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  start_ms: 97410\n  end_ms: 99230\n- text: Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  start_ms: 99230\n  end_ms: 101920\n- text: Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  start_ms: 101920\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 106410\n- text: I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  start_ms: 106410\n  end_ms: 109140\n- text: The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  start_ms: 109140\n  end_ms: 111880\n- text: Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  start_ms: 111880\n  end_ms: 114500\n- text: This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  start_ms: 114500\n  end_ms: 116480\n- text: And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  start_ms: 116480\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 121850\n- text: Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  start_ms: 121850\n  end_ms: 124540\n- text: There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  start_ms: 124540\n  end_ms: 127290\n- text: Cause, the 5 Ft. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\nI'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\nFlip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\nTake it from another brother coming from the ghetto\nOnce I get my five eight, no need for protect so\nI get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\nDon't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\nI'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\nLeave another question and you might get blast\n\n(Chorus x4)\nAck like you want it\nAck like you want it\nWhat! Bring the drama\nAck like you want it\n\n(5 Ft. Excellerator)\nI emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\nBlowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\nYou frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\nYou can't fuck with the nigga that's live\nHere catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\nSpark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\nThen he looked at me, as if I was insane\nI'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\nThe pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\nGiving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\nThis time around, I flex the tec with ease\nAnd if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\nCause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\nSpit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\nThere's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\nCause, the 5 Ft. 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Excellerator)\n[01:29.24] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n[01:31.92] Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n[01:34.77] You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n[01:37.41] You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n[01:39.23] Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n[01:41.92] Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n[01:44.63] Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n[01:46.41] I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n[01:49.14] The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n[01:51.88] Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n[01:54.50] This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n[01:56.48] And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n[01:59.18] Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n[02:01.85] Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n[02:04.54] There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n[02:07.29] Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n[02:09.04] One time for your motherfucking mind\n[02:11.71] (Chorus)\n[02:16.69] (Buckshot)\n[02:23.85] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n[02:31.93] He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n[02:34.62] Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n[02:36.54] Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n[02:39.29] I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n[02:41.95] Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n[02:44.68] I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n[02:46.44] Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n[02:49.14] Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n[02:51.99] Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n[02:54.69] With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n[02:57.35] Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n[02:59.14] Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n[03:02.71] And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n[03:04.53] (Chorus)\n[03:21.76] (5 Ft. 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Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 51690\n- text: Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  start_ms: 51690\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 57100\n- text: Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  start_ms: 57100\n  end_ms: 61620\n- text: I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  start_ms: 61620\n  end_ms: 62590\n- text: Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  start_ms: 62590\n  end_ms: 65260\n- text: I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  start_ms: 65260\n  end_ms: 67020\n- text: Leave another question and you might get blast\n  start_ms: 67020\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: (Chorus x4)\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: Ack like you want it\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 70810\n- text: Ack like you want it\n  start_ms: 70810\n  end_ms: 72420\n- text: What! Bring the drama\n  start_ms: 72420\n  end_ms: 73640\n- text: Ack like you want it\n  start_ms: 73640\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 89240\n- text: I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  start_ms: 89240\n  end_ms: 91920\n- text: Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  start_ms: 91920\n  end_ms: 94770\n- text: You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  start_ms: 94770\n  end_ms: 97410\n- text: You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  start_ms: 97410\n  end_ms: 99230\n- text: Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  start_ms: 99230\n  end_ms: 101920\n- text: Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  start_ms: 101920\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 106410\n- text: I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  start_ms: 106410\n  end_ms: 109140\n- text: The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  start_ms: 109140\n  end_ms: 111880\n- text: Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  start_ms: 111880\n  end_ms: 114500\n- text: This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  start_ms: 114500\n  end_ms: 116480\n- text: And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  start_ms: 116480\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 121850\n- text: Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  start_ms: 121850\n  end_ms: 124540\n- text: There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  start_ms: 124540\n  end_ms: 127290\n- text: Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  start_ms: 127290\n  end_ms: 129040\n- text: One time for your motherfucking mind\n  start_ms: 129040\n  end_ms: 131710\n- text: (Chorus)\n  start_ms: 131710\n  end_ms: 136690\n- text: (Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 136690\n  end_ms: 143850\n- text: I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  start_ms: 143850\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 154620\n- text: Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  start_ms: 154620\n  end_ms: 156540\n- text: Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  start_ms: 156540\n  end_ms: 159290\n- text: I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  start_ms: 159290\n  end_ms: 161950\n- text: Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  start_ms: 161950\n  end_ms: 164680\n- text: I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  start_ms: 164680\n  end_ms: 166440\n- text: Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  start_ms: 166440\n  end_ms: 169140\n- text: Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  start_ms: 169140\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 174690\n- text: With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  start_ms: 174690\n  end_ms: 177350\n- text: Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  start_ms: 177350\n  end_ms: 179140\n- text: Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  start_ms: 179140\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184530\n- text: (Chorus)\n  start_ms: 184530\n  end_ms: 201760\n- text: (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  start_ms: 201760\n  end_ms: 204450\n- text: From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  start_ms: 204450\n  end_ms: 207150\n- text: Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  start_ms: 207150\n  end_ms: 208900\n- text: Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  start_ms: 208900\n  end_ms: 211660\n- text: Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  start_ms: 211660\n  end_ms: 214300\n- text: Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  start_ms: 214300\n  end_ms: 217190\n- text: No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  start_ms: 217190\n  end_ms: 218960\n- text: You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  start_ms: 218960\n  end_ms: 221680\n- text: Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  start_ms: 221680\n  end_ms: 224370\n- text: After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  start_ms: 224370\n  end_ms: 227020\n- text: And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  start_ms: 227020\n  end_ms: 228820\n- text: Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  start_ms: 228820\n  end_ms: 231570\n- text: Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  start_ms: 231570\n  end_ms: 234260\n- text: You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  start_ms: 234260\n  end_ms: 236940\n- text: As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n  start_ms: 236940\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: (Chorus)\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 246010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 246010\nplain: |-\n  (Buckshot)\n  Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style\n  Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile\n  A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict\n  With an automatic, now I got static\n  See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood\n  Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good\n  With my crew from the Heights and the Island\n  Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'\n  I never changed, never rearranged my faness\n  Buck one time to your chest, through your vest\n  F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, cause my shits never sloppy\n  I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner\n  Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner\n  Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto\n  Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so\n  I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you\n  Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you\n  I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave\n  Leave another question and you might get blast\n\n  (Chorus x4)\n  Ack like you want it\n  Ack like you want it\n  What! Bring the drama\n  Ack like you want it\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage\n  Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved\n  You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but\n  You can't fuck with the nigga that's live\n  Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty\n  Spark up that L, cause it's time to get naughty\n  Then he looked at me, as if I was insane\n  I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain\n  The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel\n  Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal\n  This time around, I flex the tec with ease\n  And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze\n  Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand\n  Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man\n  There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide\n  Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side\n  One time for your motherfucking mind\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread\n  He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but\n  Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed\n  Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said\n  I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real\n  Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal\n  I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke\n  Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke\n  Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics\n  Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight\n  With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya\n  Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior\n  Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin\n  And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (5 Ft. Excellerator)\n  From the town where niggaz always get bucked down\n  Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound\n  Word is around, that you're looking for the 5\n  Surprise, real niggaz always survive\n  Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames\n  No need to scream now your calling out my name\n  You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life\n  Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife\n  After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter\n  And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water\n  Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground\n  Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around\n  You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it\n  As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it\n\n  (Chorus)\n"}]