Black Moon - Buck Em Down (Remix) lyrics

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 n***a whenever I'm in the sight Let my n***a Jewel peep your style for your card Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God God hit them n***az with a verse real quick C'mon God n***az is all on your dick You know what they say about n***az who ride dicks Upstate n***az 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 banger with the double-edged banger And I got n***az clingin' my drawers n***az fake I'ma bust a cap f** that I'm breakin' jaws I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind Fill your f**in' lungs up with all the bullsh** 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 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, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down n***az 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 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? 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 rude boy up on deck So if you see a weak n***a speak to that ba*tard Or I'ma hit his a** with the motherf**in' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullsh**tin') 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, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, 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 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 you's 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***az and do shows from state to state Now I'm the motherf**er that's givin' instructions f**in' with them n***az Beatminerz on productions Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A. Where the weak n***az get their sh** a** played 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, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real n***az Who buck down the bullsh**, you know what I'm sayin'? On the real, rest in peace to my n***a bu*tah 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***az 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