Diggin in the Vaults/Buck Em Down 12"

Intro: Buckshot Shorty<br><br>Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?<br>Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey<br>Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything`s lookin smooth<br>I`m your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee<br>We have S-W-N-D on deck<br>We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air<br>We`ll be cruising at a smooth altitude so<br>just buckle up, enjoy your flight<br><br>Verse One: Buckshot Shorty<br><br>To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life<br>Each and every individual in sight<br>Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card<br>Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God<br>Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick<br>And show em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik<br>You know what they say about brothaz who screwface<br>Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life<br>I ain`t gonna bull, ask my man Buff<br>On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff<br>Kid it`s hot, word to Ma Duke<br>and get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland<br>Buck with the Shot that I bang with hang with<br>gang hanger with the double-edged banger<br>Boot Camp Clik`s breakin your laws<br>If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws<br>I`ma bring it to your chest like wind<br>Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within<br>But I`ma put it back so parlay<br>To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday<br><br>Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil Dee<br><br>Buck em down!! (Wind parade)<br> Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down<br>Buck em down!! (Wind parade)<br> Buck em down, buck em down...<br>Buck em down!! (Wind parade)<br> Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down<br>Buck em down!! (Wind parade)<br> Buck em down, buck em down...<br><br>Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty<br><br>Yeah they tell me chill when I kick it<br>Although lyrics is wicked, it`s all about the L`s and how I lick it<br>Or how I shot somebody in the mug<br>with the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug<br>You couldn`t tell me other word to mother<br>When I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street lover<br>On the corner out shootin the dice<br>Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist<br>GQ headin up to one-two-five<br>Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize<br>I couldn`t get the time of day when I was Little K<br>Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?<br>Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts<br>But they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shorts<br>Word to the shell around my chest<br>Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck<br>So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard<br>Or I`ma hit em up with the plastic<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty<br><br>When I was in school I was the mack<br>Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact<br>knapsack, filled with the gear that I G`d<br>and a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed<br>A mad little brotha runnin up on em all<br>Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall<br>And all the older people sayin Shorty`s a bad-ass<br>but youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last<br>They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda<br>hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya<br>In the nine-four it`s all about the war<br>Ninety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin over<br>In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn`t wait<br>To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state<br>Now I`m the original head givin instructions<br>Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions<br>Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.<br>Where the weak, get they s--- ass played<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Outro: Buckshot Shorty<br><br>Yeah, I like this<br>Ya know, this is hittin<br>to the lab, down in Bucktown, hah<br>I hope you enjoyed your flight