Son Get Wrec

Black Moon

* Buckshot is now known as Da B.D.I. Emcee

Buck em down (repeat 16X)

Verse One: Buckshot Shorty *

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life

Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight

Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card

Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God

God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick

C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick

You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks

Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life

I ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga Buff

On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff

Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke

and get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland

Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with fuck with

gang hanger with the double-edged banger

And I got niggaz clingin my drawers

Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin jaws

I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind

Fill your fuckin lungs up with all the bullshit from within

But I'ma put it back so parlay

To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday

Buck em down (repeat 32X)

Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty

Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it

Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it

Or how I shot a nigga 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?

Fuck that bitch, 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 nigga speak to that bastard

Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin plastic