QDIII - Buckin' Em Down lyrics

Yeah, man the flavour, flavour YEEEAAAHHH...!!! Ah yeah, what we doing? [Hook] Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough sh** Packin' n***a's kicks with black pits Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice And let the hot-a**-lead-loose (*gun shots*) Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die Kickin' your a** and you can ask Keith Sweat why I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your a** discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll catch a slug in your a** while you jump the fence Another young black man just caught a case Not from Tecs or mace, from gettin' funky like a staircase [Hook] Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tec With an extra magazine out the baggy-a** jeans Wettin' up the block with mad Tec shots Drop the Glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my two-seater Rippin' sh** for the brothers who ain't here k**in' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier Glock full of guts, steady buckin' bu*ts Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds Def Jam in your a** for the jams You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands? [Hook] Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the [Hook] Draggin' you flower-a** rappers outta clubs Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove But in the slang, in the speech, in the style Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child Gun smoke, bonanza on the block yeah When all the sh** was dead, coulda did a bid Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle Never gamble and try to handle a vandal You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead Dum-Dums are firing in a spiral And now you got more beef than a gyro Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick Flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new sh** Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!! I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds Busy-quizick, the diz-r is in Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin' [Hook]