Black Moon

The Onslaught

Black Moon


featuring Busta Rhymes 

[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official 
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess 
[Busta R.] Each and every time 
(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga? 
(Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga 
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz 
Listen to this right here motherfucker what? 
[Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close 
Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga 

[Buckshot] 
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope 
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose 
of TNT, niggaz ain't believe in me? 
I'm comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me 
I'm incredible, also edible 
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview 
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I 
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back 
blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya 
and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali 
All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga 
Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate 
and cut yoour blood supply short 
The bloodsport, the motherfuckin onslaught 

[CHORUS] -> Busta Rhymes 
Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught 
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport 
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts 
Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport! 

[Buckshot] 
Comin for you 
I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit 
get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit 
A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with 
a little record deal but still drive the same whip 
Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you 
in they videos'll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto 
Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay 
But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away 
A lot of family is left behind 
A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime 
Some do time, but, no matter what 
None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine 
Cockback, fuckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react 
Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black 
As a matter of fact 
Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact 

[CHORUS] 

[Buckshot] 
Comin for you 
Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you 
heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it 
sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit 
You lack shit, nigga track this 
Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all 
B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin 
And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin 
Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee 
Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely 
Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin 
Fuck it, I'ma make it happen 
All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don't change 
From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang 
Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga? 
It's your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga 

[CHORUS]