2 Low - Buck Em' Down lyrics

[Hook] Buck em' Down Buck em' Down Buck em' Down (uhh) Buck em' Down Buck em' Down Buck em' Down (yeah) (Repeat x2) [2Low] You can't f** with the little n***a, how the f** you figure Just because im young i won't pull the trigger Im coming like a hustla, never coming busta Step the wrong way, and watch a short n***a bust ya I dont give a f** about a p**y a** b**h Makin' dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin' clips So watch me co*k the Glock and make sure your a** is through And bust these motherf**ers like my n***a DMG do [Scarface] Mister mister Scarface, Im coming with that bomb sh** f** the dumb sh**, here here here i come b**h Scratching sh** on the motherf**in' atmos And if you wanna big piece then move on up close Im from the state of the motherf**in gun slingers Knockin' dicks in the dirt with just this one finger [Hook] [Big Mike] Big Mike buckin' em down with my underground tactics Brat-tat-tat, motherf**er get your a** kicked ?????????, n***a going a** rigged Up on my n***a trae deuce kickin' that south sh** [Lord 3-2] It's the three motherf**in' two Blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove Imma tell you little something about the south ride It's all about that motherf**in' south side [Big Mike] So recognize real, n***as when we comin' through Buckin' down you and your motherf**in' whole crew [Lord 3-2] Comin' with that dough coast flavor Cough coast fader, terminating playa haters Inna motherf**in' nine trae Busta a** n***a, you must figure that motherf**in' nine [Hook] [007] b**h, you get your neck gone f**in' with the bloody one Thinking off mister nice guy, you thinking about another one Double O Seven fool, coming with that new thang Down with the DMG, kicking all the truth gang n***as are getting their a** kicked f**ing with the 5th ward Blasting on your hood, like a motherf**ing hit squad Yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka Buck em down, buck em down, on your a** motherf**er [E-Rock] I got you hoes buck on us, b**h i gotsta get my blast on Seventeen shots, take one and pa** it on Buck em, buck em, buck em down Peeling caps, sending dicks to the dirt Leaving them in a park, leaving them hoes floating in a bloodpath I gives a f**, n***a squeezing to your last drop And check the infrared beam from my nine Glock And feel my cannons in this slaught, got the slug b**h I wanna see your blood oozing from them fresh wounds And feel the fire, it blaze hot, motherf**er And bite the bullet 'till your motherf**in knees buckle Round from round clip for club b**h, i k** with it Come on and deal with it, son of a b**h im real with it [Hook] [DMG] Boom, buck em down, buck em down, buck em down Coming for a blast, motherf**ers laying down I bet you never thought, you never run up on the murder Especially the one that got you smoked by the burner I biggy boss, sneaky 'nough shots, call the doc Cause im about to hurt a motherf**er on the block Cause check it DMG ain't a motherf**ing punk As the plumb before the motherf**er running from the trunk I biggy blast, biggy bang bang to your skull Watch you fall to the street, motherf**in dead meat Then i continue busting 'till i can't bust another shot sh**, make a dash to the coupe then i dip/ ????????? grab another gat Settle to them ready after that catch a cab back Murder in the first, plead me guilty but i still bust Taking care of business on these n***as who done f**ed up How the f** you figure you go make it with your cap peel Facin' mad sk**s, buck em' down on the real deal Homicidal maniac shooting fatal tactics Clown on the down and get your wig split around I buck em down [Hook: till fade]