Buck em down
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
Welcome to Bucktown, USA
Knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state
But youse a smart little nigga so you gonna last
Mr. Walt, B, all my niggaz in the motherfucker
And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Buck em down
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts
Buck em down
Buck em down
Word to the shell around my chest
On the corner out shootin' the dice
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick
Push up on a shorty lookin' live on the prize
With the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug
Buck em down
I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff
A mad little nigga runnin' up on 'em all
In the nine three it's all about me
When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover
I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K
Shorty with the Shots that I buck with, fuck with
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
But I'm a put it back so parlay
Ninety four, ninety five, shit is ours
Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life
You couldn't tell me other word to mother
Buck em down
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Buckshot Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee
Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke
Buck em down
Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist
G Q headin' up to one, two, five
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic
Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it
Buck em down
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck
Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuckin' with them niggaz
When I was in school I was a mack
In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't wait
Buck em down
And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from within
Beatminerz on productions
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
Or how I shot a nigga in the mug
Gang hanger with the double edged banger
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island
Shit is mad real out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Buck em down
Let my nigga jewel peep your style for your card
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
So buck down the bullshit in ninety three
Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon dec
And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Ninety four, ninety five, that's my years fuck it I'm takin' over
You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks
(Word life, I ain't bullshittin')
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws
They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
