Buckshot* is now known as Da B D. I. Emcee. Buck
em down (repeat 16X) Verse
One Buckshot: Shorty To *
the weak what, we do buck, em down word, life Each
and every n anuswhenever I'm in the sight Let
my n anusJewel peep your style for your card Then
I kick a verse and take a look at the God God
hit them ni z***with a verse real quick C'mon
God ni z***is all on your d k**You
know what they say about ni z***who ride dicks Upstate
ni z***become chicks word, life I
ain't bullshittin ask, my n anusBuff On
the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff S
titis 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 k**with Gang
hanger with the double-edged banger And
I got ni z***clingin my drawers Ni
z***fake I'ma bust a cap f k**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'ma put it back so parlay To
the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday Buck
em down (repeat 32X) Verse
Two Buckshot: Shorty Ni
z***tell me chill when I kick it Although
my s titis wicked it's, all about the blunts and how I lick it Or
how I shot a n anusin 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 Gq
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 deck So
if you see a weak n anusspeak to that b d*****Or
I'ma hit his a with** the motherfuckin plastic Word
life I, ain't bullshittin Buck
em down (32X) Verse
Three Buckshot: Shorty When
I was in school I was a mack Shorty
was strapped with a lyrical contact Knapsack
filled, with the s titthat I G'd And
a nickel bag of weed yes, indeed A
mad little n anusrunnin up on em all Fly
as hell hit, the park play the wall And
all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-a Butit
youse a smart little n anusso 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 ni z***and do shows from state to state Now
I'm the m r**********that's givin instructions Fuckin
with them ni z***Beatminerz on productions Welcome
to Bucktown you, S. A. Where.
the weak ni z***get their s tita played** Buck
em down (repeat 32X) Outro
Buckshot: Shorty Aiyyo
this, is goin out to all the real ni z***Who
buck down the bullshit you, know what I'm sayin On?
the real rest, in peace to my n anusButtah In
Coney Island s, titis mad real out there You
know what I'm sayin Buckshot? Shorty Five
F-T my, dj Evil Dee Mr
Walt. all, my ni z***in the m r**********You
know what I'm sayin Smokin? mad blunts And
just chillin So. buck down the bullshit in ninety-three Ninety-four
ninety-five, s, titis ours Black
Moon we, out
