文本歌词

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 I'm 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
C'mon God n***az is all on your d**k
You know what they say about n***az who ride d**ks
Upstate n***az become chicks word life
I ain't bulls**ttin' ask my n***a Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
S**t is hot word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his a*s with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I buck with f**k with
Gang hanger with the double edged banger
And I got n***az clingin' my drawers
N***az fake I'ma bust a cap f**k that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Fill your f**kin' lungs up with all the b******t 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
N***az tell me chill when I kick it
Although my s**t is wicked it's 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 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
F**k 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 massive rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak n***a speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his a*s with the motherf**kin' plastic
Buck em down
Word life I ain't bulls**ttin'
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 s**t that I G'd
And a nickel bag of w**d 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' Shorty's a bad a*s
But youse 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 it's all about me
Ninety four ninety five that's my years f**k it I'm takin' over
In nineteen ninety eight I couldn't wait
To get all my n***az and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherf**ker that's givin' instructions
F**kin' with them n***az
Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown USA
Where the weak n***az get their s**t a*s played
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Aiyyo this is goin' out to all the real n***az
Who buck down the bulls**t you know what I'm sayin'
On the real rest in peace to my n***a Buttahin Coney Island
S**t 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 n***az in the motherf**ker
You know what I'm sayin' Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the b******t in ninety three
Ninety four ninety five s**t is ours
Black Moon we out