Black Moon 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 n____ whenever i'm in the sight
let my n____ jewel peep your style for your card
then i kick a verse and take a look at the god
god hit them n____z with a verse real quick
c'mon god n____z is all on your d___
you know what they say about n____z who ride d___s
upstate n____z become chicks, word life
i ain't bullshittin, ask my n____ buff
on the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
s___ 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____z clingin my drawers
n____z fake i'ma bust a cap f___ that i'm breakin jaws
i'ma bring it to your chest like, wind
fill your f___in lungs up with all the bullshit 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
n____z tell me chill when i kick it
although my s___ is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how i lick it
or how i shot a n____ 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____, 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 n____ speak to that b______
or i'ma hit his a__ with the m_________in plastic
word life, i ain't bullshittin
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 s___ that i g'd
and a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
a mad little n____ 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____ 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____z and do shows from state to state
now i'm the m_________er that's givin instructions
f___in with them n____z beatminerz on productions
welcome to bucktown, u.s.a.
where the weak n____z get their s___ a__ played
Buck em down (repeat 32x)
Outro: buckshot shorty
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real n____z
who buck down the bullshit, you know what i'm sayin?
on the real, rest in peace to my n____ b___ah
in coney island, s___ 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____z in the m_________er
you know what i'm sayin? smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, s___ is ours
black moon, we out