Buckshot - Buck Em Down lyrics

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