Black Moon - Buck Em Down (Remix)

Song Rating: 7.41/10

Song lyrics:

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 n***a whenever Im in the sight
Let my n***a Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them n***az with a verse real quick
Cmon God n***az is all on your dick
You know what they say about n***az who ride dicks
Upstate n***az become chicks, word life
I aint bullsh**tin, ask my n***a Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
sh** 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 banger with the double-edged banger
And I got n***az clingin my drawers
n***az fake Ima bust a cap f** that Im breakin jaws
Ima bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your f**in lungs up with all the bullsh** from within
But Ima put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday 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 n***az tell me chill when I kick it
Although my sh** is wicked, its all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a n***a in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldnt 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 couldnt get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips want to puck?
f** that b**h, 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 ma**ive rude boy up on deck
So if you see a weak n***a speak to that bastard
Or Ima hit his a** with the motherf**in plastic (Word life, I aint bullsh**tin) 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 When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the sh** that I Gd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little n***a runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shortys a bad-a**
But yous a smart little n***a 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 its all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five thats my years f** it Im takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldnt wait
To get all my n***az and do shows from state to state
Now Im the motherf**er thats givin instructions
f**in with them n***az Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak n***az get their sh** a** 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 n***az
Who buck down the bullsh**, you know what Im sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my n***a Buttah
In Coney Island, sh** is mad real out there
You know what Im sayin? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my n***az in the motherf**er
You know what Im sayin? Smokin mad blunts
And just chillin so buck down the bullsh** in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, sh** is ours
Black Moon, we out

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 01:39