Buck Em Down (Remix)

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