Buck Em Down (Remix)

[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..."