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black moon - son get wrec lyrics

– 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 n-gg- whenever i’m in the sight
let my n-gg- jewel peep your style for your card
then i kick a verse and take a look at the god
god hit them n-gg-z with a verse real quick
c’mon god n-gg-z is all on your d-ck
you know what they say about n-gg-z who ride d-cks
upstate n-gg-z become chicks, word life
i ain’t bullsh-ttin, ask my n-gg- buff
on the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
sh-t is hot, word to ma duke
and get the loot from the man kick his -ss with my timberland
shorty with the shots that i buck with f-ck with
gang hanger with the double-edged banger
and i got n-gg-z clingin my drawers
n-gg-z fake i’ma bust a cap f-ck that i’m breakin jaws
i’ma bring it to your chest like, wind
fill your f-ckin lungs up with all the bullsh-t 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
n-gg-z tell me chill when i kick it
although my sh-t is wicked, it’s all about the blunts and how i lick it
or how i shot a n-gg- 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?
f-ck that b-tch, i know your x amount of thoughts
but they call me buckshot shorty cause i take no shorts
word to the sh-ll around my chest
big up to all de m-ssive rudebwoy pon deck
so if you see a weak n-gg- speak to that b-st-rd
or i’ma hit his -ss with the motherf-ckin plastic
word life, i ain’t bullsh-ttin
buck em down (32x)
verse three: buckshot shorty
when i was in school i was a mack
shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the sh-t that i g’d
and a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
a mad little n-gg- runnin up on em all
fly as h-ll, hit the park play the wall
and all the older people sayin shorty’s a bad–ss
but youse a smart little n-gg- so you gonna last
they knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya
in the nine-three it’s all about me
ninety-four ninety-five that’s my years f-ck it i’m takin over
in nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn’t wait
to get all my n-gg-z and do shows from state to state
now i’m the motherf-cker that’s givin instructions
f-ckin with them n-gg-z beatminerz on productions
welcome to bucktown, u.s.a.
where the weak n-gg-z get their sh-t -ss played
buck em down (repeat 32x)
outro: buckshot shorty
aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real n-gg-z
who buck down the bullsh-t, you know what i’m sayin?
on the real, rest in peace to my n-gg- b-ttah
in coney island, sh-t is mad real out there
you know what i’m sayin? buckshot shorty
five f-t, my dj evil dee
mr. walt, all my n-gg-z in the motherf-cker
you know what i’m sayin? smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. so buck down the bullsh-t in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, sh-t is ours
black moon, we out

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