Buck 'Em Down (Da Beatminerz Remix)

Yeah

Yeah, whattup?

Welcome to flight Black Moon

We about to take you on a journey

Yeah

Brothaz lookin' mad fine everything's lookin 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 31,000 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 God

Aiyoo God hit them brothaz with a verse real quick

And show 'em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik

You know what they say about brothaz who screwface

Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life

I ain't gonna bull, ax 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

Imma bring it to your chest like wind

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

But Imma point 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

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?

Buck to your head, I know your 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 de massive rudebwoy pon deck

So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard

Or Imma hit him up with the plastic

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 brotha runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall

And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad-ass

But you's a smart little brotha so you gonna last

They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda hit you in at least four years

So I came to split ya

In the nine-four it's all about the war

Ninety-five ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin' over

In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait

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

Now I'm the original head givin' instructions

Thumpin' with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions

Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A

Where the weak

Get this everday

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, I like this)

We are now descending

Into the lab

Down in Bucktown, hah

I hope you enjoyed your flight

With Black Moon, word

This is how we do on the regular

And umm

Please come again

Word, we out

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