Buck Em Down - Remix

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