Buck Em’ Down lyrics

[Chorus]
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (yeah)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (yeah)

[Verse 1: 2Low]
You can't f*ck with a little n*gga, how the f*ck you figure
Just because I'm a youngsta I won't pull the trigger?
I'm coming like a hustla, never coming busta
Step the wrong way, and watch this young n*gga bust ya
I don't give a f*ck about a pus*y ass b*tch
Makin' dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin' clips
So watch me c*ck the Glock and make sure your ass is through
And bust these motherf*ckers like my n*gga DMG do

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Mister mister Scarface, Im coming with that bomb sh*t
f*ck the dumb sh*t, here here here i come b*tch
Scratching sh*t on the motherf*ckin' utmost
And if you wanna big piece then move on up close
I'm from the state of the motherf*ckin gun slingers
Knockin' di*ks in the dirt with just this one finger
[Chorus]
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (yeah)
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (yeah)

[Verse 3: Big Mike & Lord 3-2]
Big Mike buckin' em down with my underground tactics
Brat-tat-tat, motherf*cker get yo' ass kicked
Of a ooh yay, n*gga go and ask rick
About my n*gga Tre-Deuce kickin' that south sh*t
It's the three motherf*ckin' two
Blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove
I'ma tell you little something about the south right
It's all about that motherf*ckin' south side
So recognize real n*ggas when we comin' through
Buckin' 'em down you and your motherf*ckin' whole crew
Comin' with that dough coast flavor
Gulf coast vader, terminating playa haters
Inna motherf*ckin' nine trae
Busta ass n*gga, you must figure that motherf*ckin' nine play
[Chorus]
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (yeah)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (yeah)

[Verse 4: 007 & E-Rock & Both]
b*tch, you get your neck gone f*ckin' with the bloody one
Thinking off mister nice guy, you thinking about another one
Double O Seven fool, coming with that new thang
Down with the DMG, kicking all the truth gang
n*ggas are getting their ass kicked f*cking with the 5th ward
Blasting on your hood, like a motherf*cking hit squad
Yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, on your ass motherf*cker
I got you ho's by the nuts, b*tch i gots to get my blast on
Seventeen shots, take one and pass it on
Buck em, buck em, buck em down
Peeling caps, sending di*ks to the dirt
Leaving them in a park, leaving them ho's floating in a bloodbank
Yeah I gives a f*ck, n*gga squeezing 'til yo' ass drop
And check the infrared beamin' from my nine Glock
And feel my cannons in this slug after slug b*tch (Uh)
I wanna see your blood oozing (Uh Uh) out them [?]
And feel the fire, as it blaze hot, motherf*cker
And bite the bullet 'till your motherf*ckin knees buckle
Round from round clip for clip b*tch, i kill with it
Come on and deal with it, son of a b*tch im real with it
[Chorus]
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (yeah)
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Buck em' Down (yeah)

[Verse 5: DMG]
Boom, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Coming full blast, motherf*ckers laying down
I bet you never thought, you'd ever run up on the murder
Especially the one that got you smoked by the burner
I biggy boss, sneaky 'nough shots, call the doc
Cause I'm about to hurt a motherf*cker on the block
Cause check it DMG ain't a motherf*cking punk
Got the pump for the motherf*cker running for the trunk
I biggy-blast, biggy-bang bang to ya skull
Watch you fall to the street, motherf*ckin dead meat
Then i continue busting 'till i can't bust another shot
sh*t, make a dash to the coupe then i dip
Outtie 5 G's till the tilt grab another gat
Settle to them ready after that catch a cab back
Murder in the first, plead me guilty but i still buck
Taking care of business on these n*ggas who done f*cked up
How the f*ck you figure you go make it with your cap peel
Facin' mad skills, buck 'em down on the real deal
Homicidal maniac shooting fatal tactics
Clown on the down and get your wig split around
I buck 'em down

[Chorus]
Buck em' Down
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Buck em' Down (yeah)