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Correct Ack Like U Want It
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Send* corrections to the typist [Buckshot] Boo-Ya-Kaa check, my foul and my style Never on the Isle bucked, shots as a juvenile A little freestyle fanatic I, shot the rap addict With an automatic now, I got static See back in the days I, was a stone cold hood Now I'm a paid hood still, up to no good With my crew from the Heights and the Island Still flippin' ni z***and, we still be buckwildin' I never changed never, rearranged my faness Buck one time to your chest through, your vest F A. P. Franklin. Avenue Posse you, can't stop me cause, my s s***never sloppy I'm always for a pack a, joint and, a burner Flip a scene coming, from a teen/tin like Turner Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto Once I get my five eight no, need for protect so I get paid to rip step, aside I'm a blow you Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip I, don't know you I'm just a hardcore raw, straight, from the ave Leave another question and you might get blast [Chorus - 4X] Ack like you want it Ack like you want it What Bring! the drama Ack like you want it [5 Ft Excellerator]. I emerged in a rage catching, wreck on stage Blowing up the spot I, leave my name engraved You frail a ni** z***want a piece of the 5 but, You can't f k**with the n anusthat's live Here catching wreck with, the Buckshot Shorty Spark up that L cause, it's time to get naughty Then he looked at me as, if I was insane I'm just a real n anuswith a lot on my brain The pressure starts to build when, I grab my steel Giving ni z***the raw deal with, the mad appeal This time around I, flex the tec with ease And if you really want it I, give an extra squeeze Cause I'll cut out your heart and, leave it pumping in my hand Spit on your grave and, let you know who's the man There's nowhere to run there's, nowhere to hide Cause the, 5 Ft Excellerator. is, at your every side One time for your motherfucking mind [Chorus ]:[Buckshot] I ran to the boone spot and, shot the dread He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed now, he dead but Bust lead to the head never, did like a fed Rule with the mad tool fool, check what I said I'm taking you down I'm, breaking you down I'm, real Wiz Tec, and Stelle ni, z***you, know the deal I'm for real no joke so, on the gun smoke Provoke your, dusty style makes, me choke Never bite but, I write when, I grab mics Boot your pretty b h***a boy** and, take flight With my razor the, infra-red lazer blaze, ya Like cane I, raise your little shorter's bad behavior ni z***better know that when I flow I'm, drinkin gin and cinnomin And when I flaunt it ack, like you want it [Chorus ]:[5 Ft Excellerator]. From the town where ni z***always get bucked down Kicked in the door keep, my finger on the pound Word is around that, you're looking for the 5 Surprise real, ni z***always survive Don't be amazed I'm, alive from the flames No need to scream now your calling out my name You little b h***a n** anusyou, tried to take my life Now I'm taking all you own plus, I'm f gay***your wife After that my man's gonna, hit your only daughter And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water Just like a snake sl-sl-slitters, on the ground Nobody hears me move even, know that I'm around You acting like you want it now, you're gonna have to get it As I grab you by your throat feel, the heat as I just split it [Chorus ]:
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