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Black Moon- Buck Em Down
Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:14:25 -0800 by MikeKanen

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word lifeEach and every nigga whenever I'm in the sightLet my nigga Jewel peep your style for your cardThen I kick a verse and take a look at the GodGod hit them niggaz with a verse real quickC'mon God niggaz is all on your dickYou know what they say about niggaz who ride dicksUpstate niggaz become chicks, word lifeI ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga BuffOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuffShit is hot, word to Ma Dukeand get the loot from the man kick his ass with my TimberlandShorty with the Shots that I Buck with fuck withgang hanger with the double-edged bangerAnd I got niggaz clingin my drawersNiggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin jawsI'ma bring it to your chest like, windFill your fuckin lungs up with all the bullshit from withinBut I'ma put it back so parlayTo the weak in Bucktown all we do everydayBuck em down (repeat 32X)Verse Two: Buckshot ShortyNiggaz tell me chill when I kick itAlthough my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick itOr how I shot a nigga in the mugwith the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rugYou couldn't tell me other word to motherWhen I was fifteen runnin around I was the real street loverOn the corner out shootin the diceLayin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heistGQ headin up to one-two-fivePush up on a shorty lookin live on the prizeI couldn't get the time of day when I was Little KNow you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughtsBut they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shortsWord to the shell around my chestBig up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deckSo if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastardOr I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin plasticWord life, I ain't bullshittinBuck em down (32X)Verse Three: Buckshot ShortyWhen I was in school I was a mackShorty was strapped with a lyrical contactknapsack, filled with the shit that I G'dand a nickel bag of weed, yes indeedA mad little nigga runnin up on em allFly as hell, hit the park play the wallAnd all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-assbut youse a smart little nigga so you gonna lastThey knew the time and they knew the rhyme wouldahit you in at least four years, so I came to split yain the nine-three it's all about meNinety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin overIn nineteen-ninety-eigh t I couldn't waitTo get all my niggaz and do shows from state to stateNow I'm the motherfucker that's givin instructionsFuckin with them niggaz Beatminerz on productionsWelcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass playedBuck em down (repeat 32X)Outro: Buckshot ShortyAiyyo, this is goin out to all the real niggazwho 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 thereyou know what I'm sayin?Buckshot ShortyFive F-T, my DJ Evil DeeMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfuckeryou know what I'm sayin?Smokin mad bluntsand just chillin.So buck down the bullshit in ninety-threeninety-f our, ninety-five, shit is oursBlack Moon, we out

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