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Buckshot Shorty\nFive F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\nMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'? 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(wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n Buck em down! (wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down...\n Buck em down! (wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n Buck em down! (wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down...\n two: buckshot shorty\n Yeah they tell me chill when i kick it\n Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\n Or how i shot somebody in the mug\n With the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\n You couldn't tell me other word to mother\n When i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\n On the corner out shootin the dice\n Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\n Gq headin up to one-two-five\n Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\n I couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\n Now you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\n Buck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\n But they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\n Word to the shell around my chest\n Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\n So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\n Or i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\n three: buckshot shorty\n When i was in school i was the mack\n Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact\n Knapsack, filled with the gear that i g'd\n And a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed\n A mad little brotha runnin up on em all\n Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall\n And all the older people sayin shorty's a bad-ass\n But youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last\n They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda\n Hit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya\n In the nine-four it's all about the war\n Ninety-give ninety-six boot camp clik is takin over\n In nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn't wait\n To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state\n Now i'm the original head givin instructions\n Thumpin with them brothaz beatminerz on productions\n Welcome to bucktown, u.s.a.\n Where the weak, get they s--- ass played\n\n buckshot shorty\n Yeah, i like this\n Ya know, this is hittin\n To the lab, down in bucktown, hah\n I hope you enjoyed your flight\n With black moon, word\n This is how we do on the regular\n And umm, please come again\n Word, we out\n (wind parade)\n"},{"id":34431106,"name":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","trackName":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Buck Em Down","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"buckshot shorty\nAheh yeah... yeah whattup?\nWelcome to flight black moon, we about to take you on a journey\nYeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth\nI'm your captain buckshot, my co-pilot is dj evil dee\nWe have s-w-n-d on deck\nWe about to take you about 31, 000 feet into the air\nWe'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so\nJust buckle up, enjoy your flight\none: buckshot shorty\nTo the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\nEach and every individual in sight\nLet my man jewel peep your style for your card\nThen i kick a and take a look at the god\nAiyyo god hit them brothers with a real quick\nAnd show em how you represent the boot camp clik\nYou know what they say about brothaz who screwface\nUpstate your knee be gettin laced, word life\nI ain't gonna bull, ask my man buff\nOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\nKid it's hot, word to ma duke\nAnd get the loot from the man at night from my timberland\nBuck with the shot that i bang with hang with\nGang hanger with the double-edged banger\nBoot camp clik's breakin your laws\nIf you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws\nI'ma bring it to your chest like wind\nThen fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within\nBut i'ma put it back so parlay\nTo the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\nbuckshot and dj evil dee\nBuck em down! 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(wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n Buck em down! (wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down...\n Buck em down! (wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n Buck em down! 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Buckshot Shorty\nFive F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\nMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'? 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(wind parade)\n Buck em down, buck em down...\n two: buckshot shorty\n Yeah they tell me chill when i kick it\n Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\n Or how i shot somebody in the mug\n With the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\n You couldn't tell me other word to mother\n When i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\n On the corner out shootin the dice\n Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\n Gq headin up to one-two-five\n Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\n I couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\n Now you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\n Buck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\n But they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\n Word to the shell around my chest\n Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\n So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\n Or i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\n three: buckshot shorty\n When i was in school i was the mack\n Buck was 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self\n So come and feel the wrath\n So listen\n First of all let me explain\n That sometimes when I drop this see I'm bound to make it rain\n The god is heavy\n I blow you up like dynamite\n Into my dome I let the l ignite\n Right, I take you on flight, soar, into there\n The war starts here\n See we murder MC's every day\n Motherfuckers don't play\n Straight from the Bucktown side of the block\n Keep your shit cocked\n Like we said, that's when all the madness stops\n See we murder MC's every day\n Motherfuckers don't play\n Straight from the Bucktown side of the block\n Keep your shit cocked\n Like we said, that's when all the madness stops\n To all the gods who know who's the coloured man\n The colored man is the obvious, you understand?\n I kill him, and drill 'I'm in my bootcamp\n Who can't survive in the creek?\n You can't\n Champion, bootcampian click\n Stick and move\n I bust your shit\n Move and stick\n It's the original crook\n Stomping through your army, what!\n Gortex to 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Buckshot Shorty\nFive F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\nMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'? 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Buckshot Shorty\nFive F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\nMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts\nAnd just chillin. 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Buckshot Shorty\n Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\n Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\n You know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts\n And just chillin. 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Buckshot Shorty\n Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\n Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\n You know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts\n And just chillin. 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Buckshot Shorty\nFive F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\nMr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts\nAnd just chillin. 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Buckshot Shorty\n Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\n Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\n You know what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts\n And just chillin. 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Smokin' mad blunts\n start_ms: 244070\n end_ms: 245830\n- text: And just chillin' so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three\n start_ms: 245830\n end_ms: 249600\n- text: Ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is ours\n start_ms: 249600\n end_ms: 253770\n- text: Black Moon, we out\n start_ms: 253770\nplain: |-\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\n Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight\n Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card\n Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God\n God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick\n C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick\n You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks\n Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life\n I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff\n On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\n Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke\n And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland\n Shorty with the shots that I buck with fuck with\n Gang banger with the double-edged banger\n And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers\n Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws\n I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind\n Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from within\n But I'ma put it back so parlay\n To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it\n Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it\n Or how I shot a nigga in the mug\n with the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug\n You couldn't tell me other word to mother\n When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover\n On the corner out shootin' the dice\n Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist\n G-Q headin' up to one-two-five\n Push up on a shorty lookin' live on the prize\n I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K\n Now you call me Buck so your lips want to puck?\n Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts\n But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts\n Word to the shell around my chest\n Big up to all de massive rude boy up on deck\n So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard\n Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullshittin')\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n When I was in school I was a mack\n Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact\n Knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd\n And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed\n A mad little nigga runnin' up on em all\n Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall\n And all the older people sayin' Shorty's a bad-ass\n But you's a smart little nigga so you gonna last\n They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda\n Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya\n In the nine-three it's all about me\n Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin' over\n In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait\n To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state\n Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions\n Fuckin' with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions\n Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.\n Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down\n Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz\n Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?\n On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah\n In Coney Island, shit is mad real out there\n You know what I'm sayin'? Buckshot Shorty\n Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee\n Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker\n You know what I'm sayin'? 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MURDAH! 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MURDAH! MURDA\n"}]