Tracks and Album available at iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/enta-da-stage/id14141230
Beatport: http://www.beatport.com/release/enta-da-stage/28639
Some heavy competition especially in 93 but this is my favourite album of the decade followed by ' Da Shinin' BCC would create shock waves throughout modern so called Hip Hop now
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland Shorty with the shots that I buck with fuck with Gang banger with the double-edged banger And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from 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 Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it Or how I shot a nigga in the mug with the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug You couldn't tell me other word to mother When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover On the corner out shootin' the dice Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist G-Q 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 want to puck? Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts Word to the shell around my chest Big up to all de massive rude boy up on deck So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullshittin') 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 When I was in school I was a mack Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact Knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed A mad little nigga 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 nigga so you gonna last They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya In the nine-three it's all about me Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin' over In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions Fuckin' with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A. Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played 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 Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'? On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah In Coney Island, shit is mad real out there You know what I'm sayin'? Buckshot Shorty Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts And just chillin' so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three Ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is ours Black Moon, we out
If just one person reads this it will make my day. I'm a music artist from Virginia. So I'm fully aware that folks usually post these comments all the time, but I honestly do believe that I'll be the one person who you'll be so happy that you did hear out. . If ONE PERSON could just give this a thumbs up, you will be a great step closer to helping a person's dreams come true. I swear that I don't suck and you won't be disappointed. I Just need one chance and 3 minutes
I love this album , I was in Junior high when this dropped , Me my crew use to rap over this album and even did a talent show . These Brothers gave us Inspiration to grab the mic ! Shout to Brent and Rueben
Donald Byrd sample…
2pac late night
" I let my tape rock till my tape pop" this album is and was that!
Thunderous bass
Black moon very slept on…fell like mad ppl stole they style
❤ if you still Buck em down in '22
Doesn’t 2Pac have a song to this beat ?
Legendary
Right on amen brother
From the first year I heard it to 2022 till infinity this jam will be my joint! Buck Em Down
Some heavy competition especially in 93 but this is my favourite album of the decade followed by ' Da Shinin' BCC would create shock waves throughout modern so called Hip Hop now
I wore this tape out when I was a kid..still remember every word and I'm 44 now
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em down
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick
C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the shots that I buck with fuck with
Gang banger with the double-edged banger
And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from 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
Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a nigga in the mug
with the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover
On the corner out shootin' the dice
Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist
G-Q 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 want to puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rude boy up on deck
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic (Word life, I ain't bullshittin')
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
When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little nigga 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 nigga so you gonna last
They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-three it's all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin' over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin' instructions
Fuckin' with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played
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
Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah
In Coney Island, shit is mad real out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad blunts
And just chillin' so buck down the bullshit in ninety-three
Ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is ours
Black Moon, we out
If just one person reads this it will make my day. I'm a music artist from Virginia. So I'm fully aware that folks usually post these comments all the time, but I honestly do believe that I'll be the one person who you'll be so happy that you did hear out. . If ONE PERSON could just give this a thumbs up, you will be a great step closer to helping a person's dreams come true. I swear that I don't suck and you won't be disappointed. I Just need one chance and 3 minutes
Best album of '93, no doubt.
Fyahhhh
Still one of the tightest beats and production ever
When NY hip hop sounded like NY hip hop. Nowadays NY hip hop sound like music from the dirty south.
I love this album , I was in Junior high when this dropped , Me my crew use to rap over this album and even did a talent show . These Brothers gave us Inspiration to grab the mic ! Shout to Brent and Rueben
This is drugs without the harmful side effects
I prefer this version than than the video version
Buckshot was kicking ass with the words!!
I miss this type of music. Back when hip hop was real.
This joint gives me a energy I just can't explain
highly influential
Classic
Hell yeah this still Classic
One best groups