Black Moon - Buck Em Down Lyrics

Writer(s) : EWART C DEWGARDE, KENYATTA BLAKE, LAURENCE C MIZELL
Artist: Black Moon Lyrics
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Album: Track 5 on Enta da Stage
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every ***** whenever I'm in the sight
Let my ***** Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them *****z with a verse real quick
C'mon God *****z is all on your ****
You know what they say about *****z who ride dicks
Upstate *****z become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my ***** Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
**** is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his *** with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with **** with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got *****z clingin' my drawers
*****z fake I'ma bust a cap **** that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your ****in' 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, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

*****z tell me chill when I kick it
Although my **** is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a ***** 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 want to puck?
**** that *****, 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 rude boy up on deck
So if you see a weak ***** speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his *** with the **********in' plastic
Word life, I ain't bullshittin'

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the **** that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little ***** runnin' up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad-***
But you's a smart little ***** 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 **** it I'm takin' over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my *****z and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the ************ that's givin' instructions
****in' with them *****z Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak *****z get their **** *** played

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real *****z
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my ***** Buttah
In Coney Island, **** is mad real out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my *****z in the ************
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts
And just chillin' so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, **** is ours
Black Moon, we out


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