[Chorus]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
To the weak, what we do, buck 'em down, word life
Each and every n***a whenever I'm in the sight
Let my n***a Dru peep your style, pull your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God, hit them n***as with a verse real quick
C'mon, God, n***as is all on your dick
You know what they say about n***as who ride dicks
Upstate n***as become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my n***a 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 shot that I buck with, fuck with
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got n***as clingin' my drawers
N***as 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 every day
[Chorus]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***a, speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Word life)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (I ain't bullshittin')
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
When I was in school, I was the mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack filled with the shit that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little n***a runnin' up on 'em all
Fly as hell, hit the park, play the wall
And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a badass
But you's a smart little n***a, so you gonna last
They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda hit ya
In at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-three it's all about me
'94, '95 that's my years, fuck it, I'm takin' over
In 1998, I couldn't wait
To get all my n***as and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions
Fuckin' with them n***as Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A. 
Where the weak n***as get this shit everyday
[Chorus]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
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Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down

[Outro: Buckshot]
Ayo, this is goin' out to all the real n***as
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my n***a Butta from Coney Island
Shit is mad real out here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Buckshot Shorty, Five F-T and my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt D. 
All my n***as in the motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'?
Smokin' mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the bullshit in '93
'94, '95, shit is ours
Black Moon, and we out