Buck Em Down (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] A-heh yeah... yeah, what up? Welcome to Flight Black Moon We about to take you on a journey Yeah... weather's lookin' mad fine, everything lookin' smooth I'm your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee We have S-T-double-E-L-E on deck We about to take you about 31 thousand feet into the air We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude, so... Just buckle up... enjoy your flight... [Verse 1: Buckshot, General Steele] To the weak, what we do? Buck 'em down, word life Each and every individual in sight Let my man Dru peep your style, pull your card Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God Aiyyo, God, hit them brothers with a verse real quick (Yeah...) And show 'em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik You know what they say about brothas who screwface Upstate – yeah, they be gettin' laced Word life, I ain't gonna bull Ask 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 I'ma bring it to your chest like wind Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within But I'ma put it back, so parlay To the weak in Bucktown, all we do everyday is... [Chorus: Buckshot, Donald Byrd sample scratched by Evil Dee] Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down... Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down... [Verse 2: Buckshot] 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 GQ headin' up the one-two-five Push up on a shorty, lookin' live on the prowl I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K Now you call me Buck, so your lips wanna puck? Buck to your head, I knew 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 da massive rudebwoy pon' deck So if you see a weak brotha, speak to that bastard Or I'ma hit 'em up with the plastic – no doubt [Chorus: Buckshot, Donald Byrd sample scratched by Evil Dee] Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down... Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down... [Verse 3: Buckshot] When I was in school, I was The Mack Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact Knapsack, filled with the gear that I G'd And a nickel bag of... {*inhale sound*} – 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'se a smart little brotha, so you gonna last" They knew the time, they knew the rhyme Woulda hit ya in at least four years So I came to split ya, in the '9-4, it's all about the war '95, '96, Boot Camp Clik is takin' over And 1998, I couldn't wait To get all my brothas and do shows from state to state Now I'm the Original Head givin' instructions Thumpin' with them brothers Beatminerz on productions Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.  Where the weak, get dissed – every day [Chorus: Buckshot, Donald Byrd sample scratched by Evil Dee] Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down! (What?) ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down... Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down (What?) Buck 'em down! ("Wind parade...") Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down... [Outro: Buckshot, Donald Byrd sample] Yeah... one time for your mind, like this Ah... okay... we are now descending to the land Down in Bucktown, ha I hope you enjoyed your flight ("Wind parade...") With Black Moon Word... this is how we do on the regular And, um... please come again Word... we out "Wind parade..."