Buck Em Down

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life

Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight

Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card

Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God

God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick

C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick

You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks

Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life

I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff

On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff

Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke

And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland

Shorty with the shots that I buck with fuck with

Gang banger with the double-edged banger

And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers

Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws

I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind

Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from within

But I'ma put it back so parlay

To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

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Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it

Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it

Or how I shot a nigga in the mug

with the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug

You couldn't tell me other word to mother

When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover

On the corner out shootin' the dice

Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist

G-Q headin' up to one-two-five

Push up on a shorty lookin' live on the prize

I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K

Now you call me Buck so your lips want to puck?

Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts

But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts

Word to the shell around my chest

Big up to all de massive rude boy up on deck

So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullshittin')

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

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When I was in school I was a mack

Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact

Knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd

And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed

A mad little nigga runnin' up on em all

Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall

And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad-ass

But you's a smart little nigga so you gonna last

They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda

Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya

In the nine-three it's all about me

Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin' over

In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait

To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state

Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions

Fuckin' with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions

Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.

Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

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Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz

Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?

On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah

In Coney Island, shit is mad real out there

You know what I'm sayin'? Buckshot Shorty

Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee

Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker

You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts

And just chillin' so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three

Ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is ours

Black Moon, we out