[Hook]
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (uhh)
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down
Buck em' Down (yeah)
(Repeat x2)
[2Low]
You can't f** with the little n***a, how the f** you figure
Just because im young i won't pull the trigger
Im coming like a hustla, never coming busta
Step the wrong way, and watch a short n***a bust ya
I dont give a f** about a p**y a** b**h
Makin' dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin' clips
So watch me co*k the Glock and make sure your a** is through
And bust these motherf**ers like my n***a DMG do
[Scarface]
Mister mister Scarface, Im coming with that bomb sh**
f** the dumb sh**, here here here i come b**h
Scratching sh** on the motherf**in' atmos
And if you wanna big piece then move on up close
Im from the state of the motherf**in gun slingers
Knockin' dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
[Hook]
[Big Mike]
Big Mike buckin' em down with my underground tactics
Brat-tat-tat, motherf**er get your a** kicked
?????????, n***a going a** rigged
Up on my n***a trae deuce kickin' that south sh**
[Lord 3-2]
It's the three motherf**in' two
Blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove
Imma tell you little something about the south ride
It's all about that motherf**in' south side
[Big Mike]
So recognize real, n***as when we comin' through
Buckin' down you and your motherf**in' whole crew
[Lord 3-2]
Comin' with that dough coast flavor
Cough coast fader, terminating playa haters
Inna motherf**in' nine trae
Busta a** n***a, you must figure that motherf**in' nine
[Hook]
[007]
b**h, you get your neck gone f**in' with the bloody one
Thinking off mister nice guy, you thinking about another one
Double O Seven fool, coming with that new thang
Down with the DMG, kicking all the truth gang
n***as are getting their a** kicked f**ing with the 5th ward
Blasting on your hood, like a motherf**ing hit squad
Yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka
Buck em down, buck em down, on your a** motherf**er
[E-Rock]
I got you hoes buck on us, b**h i gotsta get my blast on
Seventeen shots, take one and pa** it on
Buck em, buck em, buck em down
Peeling caps, sending dicks to the dirt
Leaving them in a park, leaving them hoes floating in a bloodpath
I gives a f**, n***a squeezing to your last drop
And check the infrared beam from my nine Glock
And feel my cannons in this slaught, got the slug b**h
I wanna see your blood oozing from them fresh wounds
And feel the fire, it blaze hot, motherf**er
And bite the bullet 'till your motherf**in knees buckle
Round from round clip for club b**h, i k** with it
Come on and deal with it, son of a b**h im real with it
[Hook]
[DMG]
Boom, buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Coming for a blast, motherf**ers laying down
I bet you never thought, you never run up on the murder
Especially the one that got you smoked by the burner
I biggy boss, sneaky 'nough shots, call the doc
Cause im about to hurt a motherf**er on the block
Cause check it DMG ain't a motherf**ing punk
As the plumb before the motherf**er running from the trunk
I biggy blast, biggy bang bang to your skull
Watch you fall to the street, motherf**in dead meat
Then i continue busting 'till i can't bust another shot
sh**, make a dash to the coupe then i dip/
????????? grab another gat
Settle to them ready after that catch a cab back
Murder in the first, plead me guilty but i still bust
Taking care of business on these n***as who done f**ed up
How the f** you figure you go make it with your cap peel
Facin' mad sk**s, buck em' down on the real deal
Homicidal maniac shooting fatal tactics
Clown on the down and get your wig split around
I buck em down
[Hook: till fade]