Buck Em Down

Buck Em Down Lyrics

* Buckshot is now known as Da B.D.I. Emcee

Buck em down (repeat 16X)

Verse One: Buckshot Shorty *

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick
C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life
I ain't bullsh*ttin, ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
sh*t is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with f**k with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got niggaz clingin my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap f**k that I'm breakin jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your f**kin lungs up with all the bullsh*t from within
But I'ma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday

Buck em down (repeat 32X)

Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty

Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it
Although my sh*t is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a nigga 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**k that b**ch, 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 massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherf**kin plastic
Word life, I ain't bullsh*ttin

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*t that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little nigga runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-ass
But youse a smart little nigga 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**k it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherf**ker that's givin instructions
f**kin with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get their sh*t ass played

Buck em down (repeat 32X)

Outro: Buckshot Shorty

Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real niggaz
Who buck down the bullsh*t, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah
In Coney Island, sh*t is mad real out there
You know what I'm sayin?Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherf**ker
You know what I'm sayin?Smokin mad blunts
And just chillin.So buck down the bullsh*t in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, sh*t is ours
Black Moon, we out