Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every ****** whenever I'm in the sight
Let my ****** jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them ******z with a verse real quick
C'mon God ******z is all on your ************
You know what they say about ******z who ride ************s
Upstate ******z become chicks, word life
I ain't bull************ttin', ask my ****** Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
************t 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, ****** with
Gang hanger with the double edged banger
And I got ******z clingin' my drawers
******z fake I'ma bust a cap ****** that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Fill your ******' lungs up with all the bull************t from within
But I'm a put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
******z tell me chill when I kick it
Although my ************t is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a ****** 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 wanna puck
****** that ************, 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 rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak ****** speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the mother******' plastic
Buck em down
(Word life, I ain't bull************ttin')
Buck em down
Buck em down
When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the ************t that I G'd
And a nickel bag of ******, yes indeed
A mad little ****** 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 youse a smart little ****** 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 ****** it I'm takin' over
In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't wait
To get all my ******z and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the mother****** that's givin' instructions
******' with them ******z
Bea**inerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak ******z get their ************t ass played
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real ******z
Who buck down the bull************t, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my ****** Buttahin, Coney Island
************t is mad real out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Buckshot Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, B, all my ******z in the mother******
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the bull************t in ninety three
Ninety four, ninety five, ************t is ours
Black Moon, we out