ฟังเพลงBuck 'em Down (Da Beatminerz Mix)

Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down

To the weak what we do buck em down word life

Each and every n***a whenever I'm in the sight

Let my n***a jewel peep your style for your card

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

God hit them n***az with a verse real quick

C'mon God n***az is all on your d**k

You know what they say about n***az who ride d**ks

Upstate n***az become chicks word life

I ain't bulls**ttin' ask my n***a Buff

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

S**t is hot word to Ma Duke

And get the loot from the man kick his a*s with my Timberland

Shorty with the Shots that I buck with f**k with

Gang hanger with the double edged banger

And I got n***az clingin' my drawers

N***az fake I'ma bust a cap f**k that I'm breakin' jaws

I'ma bring it to your chest like wind

Fill your f**kin' lungs up with all the b******t from within

But I'm a put it back so parlay

To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday

Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down

N***az tell me chill when I kick it

Although my s**t is wicked it's all about the blunts and how I lick it

Or how I shot a n***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 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 dec

So if you see a weak n***a speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit his a*s with the motherf**kin' plastic

Buck em down

Word life I ain't bulls**ttin'

Buck em down

Buck em down

When I was in school I was a mack

Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact

Knapsack filled with the s**t that I G'd

And a nickel bag of w**d yes indeed

A mad little n***a runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell hit the park play the wall

And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad a*s

But youse a smart little n***a 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 f**k it I'm takin' over

In nineteen ninety eight I couldn't wait

To get all my n***az and do shows from state to state

Now I'm the motherf**ker that's givin' instructions

F**kin' with them n***az

Beatminerz on productions

Welcome to Bucktown USA

Where the weak n***az get their s**t a*s played

Buck em down

Buck em down

Buck em down

Aiyyo this is goin' out to all the real n***az

Who buck down the bulls**t you know what I'm sayin'

On the real rest in peace to my n***a Buttahin Coney Island

S**t is mad real out there you know what I'm sayin'

Buckshot Shorty Five F T my DJ Evil Dee

Mr Walt B all my n***az in the motherf**ker

You know what I'm sayin' Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'

So buck down the b******t in ninety three

Ninety four ninety five s**t is ours

Black Moon we out