Music Class: Black Moon Enta Da Stage is 24 YEARS OLD!!!!! Undisputed CLASSIC!! HAPPY 50TH BUCKSHOT!
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Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killing every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
'Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains
Burst to flames, turn the mic into blood stains
Any thought I think, you blink and drink death
So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left
5ft. Accelerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, motherfucker, you're still through
Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy niggas to forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot's in the house and you know my name
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
And spray niggas with my vocal loco B comes express
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
And when I roll mad deep niggas back off
Fucking with Buckshot it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I choke a stunt if it's beef she want
So bring the motherfucking arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho
And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock
To the um tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo make way so I can make my debut
I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talking mad shit
If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay
Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I'm a four course meal, you're a one dollar Hero
I'm sorta like the mob when I get the job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my motherfucking waistline
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
Hold my Tec, 'cause my niggaz pump by day
Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight
Six feet deep in the creep
Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week
Word is bond, shit is on like this
Gotta move, 'cause I'm on a nigga hitlist
You know the kid with the rock from up the block
Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop
Ridiculous to think you're hittin me
You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat
But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown
My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound
Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit
And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit
Fuckin all my niggaz 'cause they know Black Moon
Shit iz real yo, pass that boom
Never parlay without a L
Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail
Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry
Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day
It's hot, shit is on ask the cops
Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block
Ease back, nuff man ah die like that
Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back
Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave
Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath
The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real
Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel
On a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back
Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at
Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown
Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound
I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal
Pick up the bitch in the back by the field
On the word, shit is heard in two-third
Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd
On-the-real is locked down, what?
Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown
Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes
All my niggaz on G mad lows knows
All about the breaker of the cash
Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass
I got a vibe in site, hmmm
Maybe 'cause I had to get it on last night
With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock
Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him
And when it comes to loading clips
Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip
Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.
All my niggaz must represent eryday
On the steel, shit iz real word to Feel
Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
When I get bent I must represent, no question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades
Unreasonable the man that's wanted for murder
Got your block locked down, so don't come any further
In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
A little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
This shit called hip-hop, raise the throne
Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
Word to Jah, niggas can't touch me, kid
'Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit
On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers
Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you know I got you open
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
But I'm in this like Guinness so that ass get finished
Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
You faggot ass, I heard your nickname's Blaine
I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns
I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?"
Bitches be like "Yo who that, you're all that, yo, true that"
Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
I used to make money, now I just take it
I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
Bucking niggas down 'cause they think shit is sweet
I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
Don't front, you know I got you open
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open, kid
Yeah, original crooks, original heads. We doin' it like this
Word up!
I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train I saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast
At least I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit frontin' on the good ship lollipop
Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul
Look at my hot eye's tell me how could you be cold
I'm coming to you from the underground, with a thunder sound
#1 question, "Yo how can I be down?"
But I tell you bring your lighter and roll your finger
Back up on the lighter so you can see the fire finger
Go from left to right then front to back
Herbal verbal lead is givin' the mic contact
React whenever I keep your head scopin'
Ahh don't front you know I got cha opin
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphram my man
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like lookin' for the right one, baby
If it's payday I'm at your doorstep
I never sweat swingin' the epp nowadays 'cuz my rep
Is known for the tricks that is straight like toys
In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy
Wreckin' shop. I drop the top make the seeds pop
From the live that I sparked last night in the dark
I be dedicated to the moon 'cuz it's Black
Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side jack
Now we goin' back to "Who's Got The Props?" when I blew up the spot
Last year on The Box
Pressure to come back with another fat single
Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle
But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
And I'mma take you to another level first, Yeah
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
First of all listen, I'm the N you know that
When you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow
Right away. I'm dimmin' the brighter day
It's never sunny, still don't nothin' move but the honey out the page
So I enta the brotha zone. I come to the front of the stage
And let you know who's on the phone. Leave it alone
See it's a hip hop thang. Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame
You can fool the rest but you can't fool me
See the best school me for the simple fact
It's the g-o-d, buck to the shot
Still took the techs and Buck took the rocks
So forget the past, no more Shorty
Strictly Buckshot, I rock you 1 down to 40 Below
I gots to let her know that I am the day that never tire everytime
I felt the fire
People try this when your jam got cold
Used to be the man now your band got old
I know the plan, so I keep you scopin'
Don't front you know I got cha opin
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
(Duck Down!)
Don't front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
Yeah, without no doubt. This is dedicated to my man
Big 5, Big Trev. Real's in the place to be
We're coming to get you out, kid
And we out...no doubt...
nah bro. that gave them more life a year after the album came out. it also showed off buckshot's melodic side with the hook. those remixes kept black moon name going while they was fighting to get out of that nervous contract. it's sad that they never got to properly follow up that 1st album. i think it would of been of mix of the album hard tracks and latter remixes and records we got on the singles ( murder mcs, killing every..)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enta_da_Stage#Track_listing
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Moon_(group)#Discography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boot_Camp_Clik#Discography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enta_da_Stage
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crooklyn_Dodgers
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Moon_(group)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Moon_(group)#Discography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boot_Camp_Clik#Discography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enta_da_Stage
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crooklyn_Dodgers
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Moon_(group)
Ahhh back in the say when I clinged on to every word of a Source review and that shit meant EVERYTHING to me.. before the Benzino era
Ahhh back in the say when I clinged on to every word of a Source review and that shit meant EVERYTHING to me.. before the Benzino era
TRUTH
One of the reasons I took writing mad serious in school
sparked my undying love of hip hop in ALL its forms...
made me intellectualize the art and appreciate it on a whole other level.
respect to the mind squad
as important to black culture as A Different World.
and was the FIRST magazine subscription I got with my own money.
girls used to stop me on the train to look at it.
#bgolhivemnd
I JUST told m kids this exact same thing...
my yellow sony walkman waterproof auto reverse!
Hockey jerseys and Timbs
$100 sneakers baggy black jeans knapsack and my beeper
I keep this in the car.
Strangely, Enta da Stage never really got the acclaim of other albums of its era like 36 Chambers, Illmatic, The Infamous, Ready to Die but its definitely up there though. Ppl remember the singles but only a few actually heard/bought the album.
Also 36 Chambers debuting around the same time didnt help, but yo Buck was that nigga for a hot minute. Them wack, slowed down remixes killed their shit imo. They was never the same after that
Also 36 Chambers debuting around the same time didnt help, but yo Buck was that nigga for a hot minute. Them wack, slowed down remixes killed their shit imo. They was never the same after that
@1:20:00
talking Biggie beef
Ahhh back in the say when I clinged on to every word of a Source review and that shit meant EVERYTHING to me.. before the Benzino era
The Benzino era was the best.
All of his own albums & those from the Made Men were guaranteed 5-mic instant classics.
I stopped fuckin with The Source when Made Men got 5 mics......lolThe Benzino era was the best.
All of his own albums & those from the Made Men were guaranteed 5-mic instant classics.
I had a discount subscription for 1 yr during his Source title reign,
Issues were arriving tattered and months late.
It was truly a disastrous time. And the 1 year subscription was $8 unwell spent, lol.