Buck Em’ Down - Intellectual

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[Verse 1: 2Low]

You can't fuck with a little nigga, how the fuck you figure

Just because I'm a youngsta I won't pull the trigger?

I'm coming like a hustla, never coming busta

Step the wrong way, and watch this young nigga bust ya

I don't give a fuck about a pussy ass bitch

Makin' dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin' clips

So watch me cock the Glock and make sure your ass is through

And bust these motherfuckers like my nigga DMG do

[Verse 2: Scarface]

Mister mister Scarface, Im coming with that bomb shit

Fuck the dumb shit, here here here i come bitch

Scratching shit on the motherfuckin' utmost

And if you wanna big piece then move on up close

I'm from the state of the motherfuckin gun slingers

Knockin' dicks in the dirt with just this one finger

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[Verse 3: Big Mike & Lord 3-2]

Big Mike buckin' em down with my underground tactics

Brat-tat-tat, motherfucker get yo' ass kicked

Of a ooh yay, nigga go and ask rick

About my nigga Tre-Deuce kickin' that south shit

It's the three motherfuckin' two

Blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove

I'ma tell you little something about the south right

It's all about that motherfuckin' south side

So recognize real niggas when we comin' through

Buckin' 'em down you and your motherfuckin' whole crew

Comin' with that dough coast flavor

Gulf coast vader, terminating playa haters

Inna motherfuckin' nine trae

Busta ass nigga, you must figure that motherfuckin' nine play

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[Verse 4: 007 & E-Rock & Both]

Bitch, you get your neck gone fuckin' 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

Niggas are getting their ass kicked fucking with the 5th ward

Blasting on your hood, like a motherfucking hit squad

Yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, on your ass motherfucker

I got you ho's by the nuts, bitch i gots to get my blast on

Seventeen shots, take one and pass it on

Buck em, buck em, buck em down

Peeling caps, sending dicks to the dirt

Leaving them in a park, leaving them ho's floating in a bloodbank

Yeah I gives a fuck, nigga squeezing 'til yo' ass drop

And check the infrared beamin' from my nine Glock

And feel my cannons in this slug after slug bitch (Uh)

I wanna see your blood oozing (Uh Uh) out them [?]

And feel the fire, as it blaze hot, motherfucker

And bite the bullet 'till your motherfuckin knees buckle

Round from round clip for clip bitch, i kill with it

Come on and deal with it, son of a bitch im real with it

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[Verse 5: DMG]

Boom, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down

Coming full blast, motherfuckers laying down

I bet you never thought, you'd ever 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 I'm about to hurt a motherfucker on the block

Cause check it DMG ain't a motherfucking punk

Got the pump for the motherfucker running for the trunk

I biggy-blast, biggy-bang bang to ya skull

Watch you fall to the street, motherfuckin dead meat

Then i continue busting 'till i can't bust another shot

Shit, make a dash to the coupe then i dip

Outtie 5 G's till the tilt grab another gat

Settle to them ready after that catch a cab back

Murder in the first, plead me guilty but i still buck

Taking care of business on these niggas who done fucked up

How the fuck you figure you go make it with your cap peel

Facin' mad skills, 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

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