Buck Em Down lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Chorus]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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[Verse 1: Buckshot]
To the weak, what we do, buck 'em down, word life
Each and every n*gga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my n*gga Dru peep your style, pull your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God, hit them n*ggas with a verse real quick
C'mon, God, n*ggas is all on your di*k
You know what they say about n*ggas who ride di*ks
Upstate n*ggas become chicks, word life
I ain't bullsh*ttin', ask my n*gga Buff
On the streets he was tough, locked up, he was sweet stuff
sh*t is hot, word to ma duke
And get the loot from the man, kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the shot that I buck with, f*ck with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got n*ggas clingin' my drawers
n*ggas fake, I'ma bust a cap, f*ck that, I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Fill your f*ckin' lungs up with all the bullsh*t from within
But I'ma put it back, so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown, all we do every day
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
n*ggas tell me chill when I kick it
Although my sh*t is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a n*gga 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
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'?
f*ck that, b*tch, 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 deck
So if you see a weak n*gga, speak to that bast*rd
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherf*ckin' plastic
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Word life)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (I ain't bullsh*ttin')
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
When I was in school, I was the mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack filled with the sh*t that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little n*gga runnin' up on 'em all
Fly as hell, hit the park, play the wall
And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a badass
But you's a smart little n*gga, so you gonna last
They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda hit ya
In at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-three it's all about me
'94, '95 that's my years, f*ck it, I'm takin' over
In 1998, I couldn't wait
To get all my n*ggas and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherf*cker that's givin' instructions
f*ckin' with them n*ggas Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A. 
Where the weak n*ggas get this sh*t everyday
[Chorus]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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[Outro: Buckshot]
Ayo, this is goin' out to all the real n*ggas
Who buck down the bullsh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my n*gga Butta from Coney Island
sh*t is mad real out here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Buckshot Shorty, Five F-T and my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt D. 
All my n*ggas in the motherf*cker, you know what I'm sayin'?
Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the bullsh*t in '93
'94, '95, sh*t is ours
Black Moon, and we out
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