Yeah
Yeah, what up?
Welcome to flight Black Moon
We about to take you on a journey
Yeah... Weather's lookin' mad fine
Everything is lookin' smooth
I'm your captain Buck Shot
Our co-pilot is D.J. Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air
We're gonna cruise at a smooth altitude so
Just buckle up, enjoy your flight
To the weak what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man Dru peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
Ayo God hit the brothers with a verse real quick
And show 'em how you represent the boot camp clique
You know what they say about brothers who screw face?
Upstate your knee be gettin' laced, word life
I ain't gon' bull, ax my man Buff
On the streets he was tough, locked up, he was sweet stuff
Kid is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get from the loot from the man at night from my Timberland
Buck with the shot that I bang with, hang with
Gang hangin' with the double edge banger
Boot camp cliques breakin' your laws
If you fake fake we gon' bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws
Imma bring you to your chest, like wind
Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you have within
But Imma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
(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
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 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
G.Q. headin' up the 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?
Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buck Shot 'cause, I take so shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy 'pon deck
So if you see a weak brother, speak to that bastard
Imma hit 'em up with the plastic
(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
When I was in school I was the mack
Buck was strapped with the ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the gear that I G'd
And a nickel bag of [inhale], yes indeed
A mad little brother 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 youse a smart little brother, so you gonna last
They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-four it's all about the war
Ninety-five, ninety-six, boot camp clique is takin' over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my brothers 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 this everyday
(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
We are now descending
Into the Lab, down in Bucktown
I hope you enjoyed you flight with Black Moon
Word, this is how we do on the regular
And um... please come again
Word, we out