Song Lyrics

Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there
Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning
F*ck that

Blaw! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I'm quick to bomb a crew
So f*ck your armor, 'cause I cause mad trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard
You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up
You punk niggas get smacked up, word life
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
I f*ck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From niggas who fiend to see my little ass rot
Peep my style, check my level
I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil
Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
Here come brothers who lyrically act

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boom
Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
Made your crew break up and your girl get naked
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I'm bustin' niggas open, Attica style
Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul
Gimme dap, because I rock with the best
Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, f*ck the rest

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
I pop junk and keep the pump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
You little crab ass flea
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
Who the f*ck you think you playin' wit
Yeah, I'm sayin' it
Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
Yo, sometimes I wonder how the f*ck you get a mic
But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid
Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
I do what I must, just so I can make loot
If it's illegal, pack the gat son
You know how we do, true

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)

Ewart Dewgarde, Kenyatta Blake

The duration of Powaful Impak! [Instrumental] is 4:10 minutes and seconds.