Buck Em Down (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Black Moon

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, 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 banger 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'ma put it back so parlay 

To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday 

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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, 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 want to 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 rude boy up on deck 

So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard 

Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullshittin') 

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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, 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 you's 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, U.S.A. 

Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played 

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down 

Buck 'em down, 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 Buttah 

In 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, 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