[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..."