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Buck Em Down (Remix) Music Lyrics

Black Moon

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Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down



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 bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff

On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff



Shit 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, fuck with

Gang hanger with the double edged banger

And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers



Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws

I'ma bring it to your chest like wind

Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from within

But I'm a put it back so parlay

To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday



Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down



Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it

Although my shit 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

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 wanna puck

Fuck that bitch, 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 dec

So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic



Buck em down

(Word life, I ain't bullshittin')

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 shit 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 fuck 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 motherfucker that's givin' instructions



Fuckin' with them niggaz

Beatminerz on productions

Welcome to Bucktown, USA

Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played



Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down



Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz

Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?

On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island

Shit is mad real out there, you know what I'm sayin'?

Buckshot Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee



Mr. Walt, B, all my niggaz in the motherfucker

You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'

So buck down the bullshit in ninety three

Ninety four, ninety five, shit is ours

Black Moon, we out

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