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letra de buck em' down - dmg

[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-ck with the little n-gga, how the f-ck 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-gga bust ya
i dont give a f-ck about a p-ssy -ss b-tch
makin’ dead bodies just because 2 low is poppin’ clips
so watch me c-ck the glock and make sure your -ss is through
and bust these motherf-ckers like my n-gga dmg do

[scarface]
mister mister scarface, im coming with that bomb sh-t
f-ck the dumb sh-t, here here here i come b-tch
scratching sh-t on the motherf-ckin’ atmos
and if you wanna big piece then move on up close
im from the state of the motherf-ckin gun slingers
knockin’ d-cks in the dirt with just this one finger

[hook]

[big mike]
big mike buckin’ em down with my underground tactics
brat-tat-tat, motherf-cker get your -ss kicked
?????????, n-gga going -ss rigged
up on my n-gga trae deuce kickin’ that south sh-t

[lord 3-2]
it’s the three motherf-ckin’ two
blowing big swishers sweet smoke, got the groove
imma tell you little something about the south ride
it’s all about that motherf-ckin’ south side

[big mike]
so recognize real, n-ggas when we comin’ through
buckin’ down you and your motherf-ckin’ whole crew

[lord 3-2]
comin’ with that dough coast flavor
cough coast fader, terminating playa haters
inna motherf-ckin’ nine trae
busta -ss n-gga, you must figure that motherf-ckin’ nine

[hook]

[007]
b-tch, you get your neck gone f-ckin’ with the bl–dy 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-ggas are getting their -ss kicked f-cking with the 5th ward
blasting on your hood, like a motherf-cking hit squad
yeah so boom shakalaka, boom, boom shakalaka
buck em down, buck em down, on your -ss motherf-cker

[e-rock]
i got you hoes buck on us, b-tch i gotsta get my blast on
seventeen shots, take one and p-ss it on
buck em, buck em, buck em down
peeling caps, sending d-cks to the dirt
leaving them in a park, leaving them hoes floating in a bloodpath
i gives a f-ck, n-gga 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-tch
i wanna see your blood oozing from them fresh wounds
and feel the fire, it blaze hot, motherf-cker
and bite the bullet ’till your motherf-ckin knees buckle
round from round clip for club b-tch, i k!ll with it
come on and deal with it, son of a b-tch im real with it

[hook]

[dmg]
boom, buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
coming for a blast, motherf-ckers 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-cker on the block
cause check it dmg ain’t a motherf-cking punk
as the plumb before the motherf-cker running from the trunk
i biggy blast, biggy bang bang to your skull
watch you fall to the street, motherf-ckin dead meat
then i continue busting ’till i can’t bust another shot
sh-t, 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-ggas who done f-cked up
how the f-ck you figure you go make it with your cap peel
facin’ mad sk!lls, 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]

- dmg

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