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