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Correct Buck Em Down Lyrics
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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
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