Buck em down   Buck em down   Buck em down      To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life   Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight   Let my nigga jewel peep your style for your card   Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God   God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick      C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick   You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks   Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life   I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff   On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff      Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke   And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland   Shorty with the Shots that I buck with, fuck with   Gang hanger with the double edged banger   And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers      Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck 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'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      Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it   Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it   Or how I shot a nigga 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   Fuck that bitch, 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 nigga speak to that bastard   Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic      Buck em down   (Word life, I ain't bullshittin')   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 shit that I G'd   And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed   A mad little nigga 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 youse a smart little nigga 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 fuck it I'm takin' over   In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't wait   To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state   Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions      Fuckin' with them niggaz   Beatminerz on productions   Welcome to Bucktown, USA   Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played      Buck em down   Buck em down   Buck em down      Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz   Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?   On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island   Shit 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 niggaz in the motherfucker   You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'   So buck down the bullshit in ninety three   Ninety four, ninety five, shit is ours   Black Moon, we out