Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every ***** whenever I'm in the sight
Let my ***** jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them *****z with a verse real quick

C'mon God *****z is all on your ****
You know what they say about *****z who ride ****s
Upstate *****z become chicks, word life
I ain't ********tin', ask my ***** Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff

**** is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his *** with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I buck with, ***k with
Gang hanger with the double edged banger
And I got *****z clingin' my drawers

*****z fake I'ma bust a cap ***k that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Fill your ***kin' lungs up with all the ******** 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

*****z tell me chill when I kick it
Although my **** is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a ***** 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
***k that *****, 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 m***ive rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak ***** speak to that *******
Or I'ma hit his *** with the mother***kin' plastic

Buck em down
(Word life, I ain't ********tin')
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 **** that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little ***** runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad ***
But youse a smart little ***** 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 ***k it I'm takin' over
In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't wait
To get all my *****z and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the mother***ker that's givin' instructions

***kin' with them *****z
Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak *****z get their **** *** played

Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real *****z
Who buck down the ********, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my ***** Buttahin, Coney Island
**** 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 *****z in the mother***ker
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the ******** in ninety three
Ninety four, ninety five, **** is ours
Black Moon, we out