Buck Em Down (Remix)

Heh, yeah

Yeah, what up?

Welcome to flight Black Moon

We about to take you on a journey

Yeah, brothers lookin' mad fine, everything's looking smooth

I'm your captain, Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee

We have S W N D on deck

We about to take you about thirty-one thousand feet into the air

We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude, so

Just buckle up, enjoy your flight

To the weak, what we do, buck 'em down, word life

Each and every individual in sight

Let my man Dru peep your style for your card

Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God

Yo God, hit them brothers with a verse real quick

And show 'em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik

You know what they say about brothers who screw face

Upstate, your knee be gettin' laced, word life

I ain't gonna bull, ask my man Buff

On the streets he was tough, locked up he was sweet stuff

Kid it's hot, word to Ma Duke

And get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland

Buck with the shot that I bang with, hang with

Gang hanger with the double-edged banger

Boot Camp Clik's breakin' your laws

If you fake we gon' bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws

I'ma bring it to your chest like wind

Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within

But I'ma put it back, so parlay

To the weak in Bucktown, all we do everyday is

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

Yeah, they tell me chill when I kick it

Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the L's and how I lick it

Or how I shot somebody in the mug

With the slug leavin' white chalk all over pitch black rug

You couldn't tell me other word to mother

When I was fifteen, runnin' around, I was a 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?

Buck to your head, I know you're X amount of thoughts

But they call me Buckshot, 'cause I take no shorts

Word to the shell around my chest

Big up to all the massive rudeboy 'pon deck

So if you see a weak brother, speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit 'em up with the plastic, no doubt

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

When I was in school, I was the mack

Buck was strapped with a ill lyrical contact

Knapsack filled with the gear that I G'd

And a nickel bag of yes, indeed

A mad little brother runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the park, play the wall

And all the older people sayin' "Short's a badass"

But you's a smart little brother, so you gonna last

They knew the time, they knew the rhyme would've hit you

In at least four years, so I came to split you

In the '94 it's all about the war

'95, '96, Boot Camp Clik is takin' over

In 1998 I couldn't wait

To get all my brothers and do shows from state to state

Now I'm the original head, givin' instructions

Thumpin' with them brothers, Beatminerz on productions

Welcome to Bucktown, USA

Where the weak get this **** every day

Buck 'em down

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

Buck 'em down (What?)

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

Buck 'em down

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

Buck 'em down (What?)

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

Yeah, one time for your mind, like this

Okay, ya know, this is hittin'

To the lab, down in Bucktown, ha

I hope you enjoyed your flight

With Black Moon, word

This is how we do on the regular

And, um, please come again

Word, we out