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Artist:Black Moon
Taken from the album Diggin In The Vaults by Black Moon
Album:Diggin In The Vaults
Track:Buck Em Down Da Beatminerz Remix
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:Intro: Buckshot Shorty
Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we
about to take you on a journey
Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth

I'm your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck

We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air
We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude
just buckle up, enjoy your flight
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty
To the weak,
what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man
Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God

Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick
And show em how you represent the Boot
Camp Clik
You know what they say about brothaz who screwface
Upstate your knee 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
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
Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil
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!! (Wind
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down!! (Wind parade)

Buck em down, buck em down...
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty
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 on 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 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?
Buck to your head, I know 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 de massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit em up with the plastic
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty
I was in school I was the mack
Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact
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 youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last

They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I
came to split ya
In the nine-four it's all about the war
Ninety-give ninety-six Boot
Camp Clik is takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my
brothaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the original head givin instructions

Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.

Where the weak, get they s--- ass played
Outro: Buckshot Shorty

Yeah, I like this
Ya know, this is hittin
to the lab, down in Bucktown, hah

I hope you enjoyed your flight
with Black Moon, word
This is how we do on the
And umm, please come again
Word, we out
(Wind parade
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