[{"id":37788265,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Powaful Impak!","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Powaful Impak!\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":38563237,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Powaful Impak! b/w Niguz Talk S**t","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Powaful Impak! b/w Niguz Talk S**t\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":254338,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":19782556,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":254.031,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 254031\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":22090135,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)","duration":253.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 253133\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":21555310,"name":"Powaful Impak","trackName":"Powaful Impak","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":252.533333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(Some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition'\n  duration_ms: 252533\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (Some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":10230221,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon & Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon & Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"},{"id":27395024,"name":"Powaful Impak!","trackName":"Powaful Impak!","artistName":"Black Moon, Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":251.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Buckshot\nHey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\nWho fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n(some reggae shouting)\n\nVerse 1: Buckshot\n\nBlaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\nI kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\nNiggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\nI'm quick to bombercars\nThat fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\nNo comma, straight through your mama like acid\nI fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\nYou talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\nYou punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\nYou fuckin' with the wrong nigga\nI fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\nMister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\nFrom niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\nPeep my style, check my level\nI'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\nBooyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\nHere come brothers who are ready to act\n\nChorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n(Powafal Impak) 4x\nBoom! (the cannon)\n(Repeat)\n\nVerse 2: Buckshot\n\nSome pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\nBy my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\nI step through, and represent Black Moon\nFirst, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\nLyrically I freak your funk you never heard\nMy shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\nDamn, how I wrecked your life with one record\nMade your crew break up and girl get naked\nRespected, because I work hard for my cash\nShakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\nLook out below, my flow will hit your brain\nI got dough, but I still hop the train\nI'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\nYo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\nGimme dat, because I rock with the best\nYo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3: Buckshot\n\nFee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\nI pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\nPuff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\nGet on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\nYou little crab ass flea\nBiting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\nBuckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\nWho the fuck you think you playin' wit\nYeah, I'm sayin' it\nCause I want beef, for you can hang here right\nYo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\nBut I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\nNiggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\nI do what I want, just so I can make loot\nIf it's an eagle, pack the gat son\nYou know how we do, true\n\nChorus\n\n(Assorted shout outs 'til end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Powaful Impak!\n  artist: Black Moon, Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 251440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Buckshot\n  Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there\n  Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat\n\n  (some reggae shouting)\n\n  Verse 1: Buckshot\n\n  Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty\n  I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty\n  Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why\n  I'm quick to bombercars\n  That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma\n  No comma, straight through your mama like acid\n  I fucked her, then I did it, that's why you's a little bastard\n  You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up\n  You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life\n  You fuckin' with the wrong nigga\n  I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger\n  Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot\n  From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot\n  Peep my style, check my level\n  I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil\n  Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat\n  Here come brothers who are ready to act\n\n  Chorus: (samples of Busta Rhymes)\n  (Powafal Impak) 4x\n  Boom! (the cannon)\n  (Repeat)\n\n  Verse 2: Buckshot\n\n  Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22\n  By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew\n  I step through, and represent Black Moon\n  First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo\n  Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard\n  My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd\n  Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record\n  Made your crew break up and girl get naked\n  Respected, because I work hard for my cash\n  Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash\n  Look out below, my flow will hit your brain\n  I got dough, but I still hop the train\n  I'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style\n  Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul\n  Gimme dat, because I rock with the best\n  Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 3: Buckshot\n\n  Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk\n  I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk\n  Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord\n  Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby\n  You little crab ass flea\n  Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me\n  Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha\n  Who the fuck you think you playin' wit\n  Yeah, I'm sayin' it\n  Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right\n  Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic\n  But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid\n  Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed\n  I do what I want, just so I can make loot\n  If it's an eagle, pack the gat son\n  You know how we do, true\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Assorted shout outs 'til end)\n"}]