Buck em down (repeat 16X)
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every n***a whenever I'm in the sight
Let my n***a Dru peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them n***as with a verse real quick
C'mon God n***as is all on your dick
You know what they say about n***as who ride dicks
Upstate n***as become chicks, word life
I ain't bullsh**tin, ask my n***a Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
sh** is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his a** with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with f** with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got n***as clingin my drawers
n***as fake I'mma bust a cap f** that I'm breakin jaws
I'mma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your f**in lungs up with all the bullsh** from within
But I'mma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Buck em down (repeat 32X)
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty
n***as tell me chill when I kick it
Although my sh** is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a n***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
GQ 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?
f** that b**h, 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 ma**ive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak n***a speak to that ba*tard
Or I'mma hit his a** with the motherf**in plastic
Word life, I ain't bullsh**tin
Buck em down (32X)
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the sh** that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little n***a runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-a**
But youse a smart little n***a 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 f** it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my n***as and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherf**er that's givin instructions
f**in with them n***as Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A
Where the weak n***as get their sh** a** played
Buck em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Buckshot Shorty
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real n***as
Who buck down the bullsh**, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my n***a bu*ta
In Coney Island, sh** is mad real out there
You know what I'm sayin? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my n***as in the motherf**er
You know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts
And just chillin. So buck down the bullsh** in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, sh** is ours
Black Moon, we out