Aha, yeah
Yeah, what up?
Welcome to flight Black Moon
We about to take you on a journey
Yeah
Brothers lookin' mad fine everything's lookin' smooth
I'm your captain Buckshot
My co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about thirty-one thousand feet into the air
We'll be cruisin' at a smooth altitude so
Just buckle up and 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
(Ayy, yo, God hit them niggas with a verse real quick
And show 'em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik)
You know what they say about brothers who screwface
Upstate, yeah, they be gettin' laced
Word life, I ain't gon' bull', ask my man Buff
On the streets he was tough, locked up he was sweet stuff
Kid is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland
Buck with the Shots 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

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 over pitch black rugs
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 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?
Buck to your head, I know 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 di massive rudebwoy up on deck
So if you see a weak brother speak to that bastard
I'ma hit 'em up with the plastic

Buck 'em down (no doubt)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down (yeah)
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 a mack
Buck was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the gear that I G'd
And a nickel bag of 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 you's a smart little brother 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 '94 it's all about the war
'95, '96, Boot Camp Clik is takin' over
In 1998 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, USA
Where the weak get dissed 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, one time for a time like this
Oh, yeah
We are now descending into the land down in Bucktown
I hope you enjoyed your flight with Black Moon, word
This is how we do on the regular
And, um, please come again
Word, we out

Copyright: MJJN LLC
Writer(s): Ewart C. Dewgarde, Kenyatta Blake, Laurence C. Mizell