Buck em down (repeat 16X)

Verse One: Buckshot Shorty

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every [bad word] whenever I'm in the sight
Let my [bad word] [bad word] peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggas with a verse real quick
C'mon God niggas is all on your [bad word] You know what they say about niggas who ride [bad word] Upstate niggas [bad word] chicks, word life
I ain't [bad word]  ask my [bad word] Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff [bad word] is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his [bad word] with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with [bad word] with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got niggas clingin my drawers
Niggas fake I'mma bust a cap [bad word] that I'm breakin jaws
I'mma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your [bad word] lungs up with all the [bad word] from within
But I'mma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday

Buck em down (repeat 32X)

Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty

Niggas tell me chill when I kick it
Although my [bad word] is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a [bad word] in the mug
With the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch [bad word] You couldn't tell me other word to mother
When I was [bad word] 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? [bad word] that [bad word]  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 [bad word] pon deck
So if you see a weak [bad word] speak to that [bad word] Or I'mma hit his [bad word] with the [bad word] plastic
Word life, I ain't [bad word] 
Buck em down (32X)

Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty

When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the [bad word] that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
mad little [bad [bad word] up on em all
Fly as [bad word]  hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad [bad word] But youse a smart little [bad word] 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 [bad word] it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my niggas and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the [bad word] that's givin [bad word] [bad word] with them niggas Beatminerz on productions [bad word] to Bucktown, U.S.Where the weak niggas get their [bad word] [bad word] played

Buck em down (repeat 32X)

Outro: Buckshot Shorty

Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real niggas
Who buck down the [bad word]  you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my [bad word] Butta
In Coney Island, [bad word] is mad real out there
You know what I'm sayin? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my niggas in the [bad word] You know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts
And just chillin. So buck down the [bad word] in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, [bad word] is ours
Black Moon, we out