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Black Moon

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Dear Lord, can you hear me?

Do I want them to respect or fear me?

Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty

Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody



Pray for me now, what makes a soldier?

I know it's no breaths 'til beef is over

Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth

And my cousin baby just died from crib death



Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell

I know sufferin' and pain really well

If it don't kill you, it makes you strong

I think of the song, "What's going on"

When it's going wrong



When I act like it's love and I know it ain't

If it was up to you, y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint

On my outfit, like he ain't about shit

Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain



See I had geeks and all y'all really had was feet

And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak

Fasten your seat and I'ma take ya on a mission, nigga

I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga



Get the check, pay ya dues or pay ya respect

Or pay attention, 'cuz I already paid the rest

To just focus on the God, as the God speak

Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street



And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it

If it's love, it's love, if it's not, so be it



I put my love for boxing, into everything

I know the ropes, how to read the scale and work the ring

I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets

Good nigga in the hearts, nothing 'bout me weak



I open shop, rent the blocks and call the shots

You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops

I get live, survive at one sixty five

You nothin' like the God, I'm out raw 'til I die



Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me

I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry

Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me

Blinded thug angel 'til my God call me



I brought you up, from the ground up

Now you wanna run and say my sound suck

Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt

But ain't no buts when I come around



All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck"

Get it right or get it wrong

What's my name? Buckshot, What ya name?

Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today

Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today



Shame, could of been in the game, but now what

You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt

The niggaz that be [unverified] you up

Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut



Jesus, it sucks, your reason is what?

You don't got one, big deal, you got guns

I got guns, be for real, we can get it on right now

But stack up, your money short

And I'm long right now, I told you

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