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( Buckshot ) |
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Most definitely |
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We up in here |
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Boot Camp Clik |
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On the beat... |
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TY Dizzle |
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Ah |
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One Shot Deal |
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Duck Down in this muthafucka once again |
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Let's do this |
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( VERSE 1: Top Dog ) |
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(You) thought I was finished, you thought I was done |
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Cause I took time off to raise my son |
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But I rep for the streets, prepared with the heat |
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The Top Dog will rhyme over any beat |
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Yeah, you rep for the hood, that's all to the good |
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My dogs get high off Henn and backwood |
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I got love for the game but some of you lames |
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Get me sick tryin to sound the same |
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But I do what I do, carry the flame |
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Like the last child tryin to carry the name |
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I'ma rep for my stripes, that's word to my life |
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Like you coward cops tryin to take my life |
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( VERSE 2: Louieville ) |
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Yo, I'm just tryin to do me, high as fuck |
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Countin up bucks, baby boy's lackin trucks |
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Tryin to live through all the bullshit |
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Addin up chips, a nigga tryin to get rich |
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And when I'm aggravated I smoke heavenly |
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Drink heavenly until the loss of memory |
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It's the Vi-double to the l-e |
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Movin out where it's warm when it's chilly |
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( VERSE 3: Buckshot ) |
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The god is back to put the r in rap |
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No R&B niggas, the streets don't want a part of that |
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Become hard for the game, some starve for the game |
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Some don't get the picture till they a part of the frame |
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Just cool it, mane, it's simple and plain |
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Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn but I live in this game |
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Still the same and I do the thang like it never was done |
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This little nigga move ahead of the gun |
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So what you sayin? |
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( CHORUS: Buckshot ) |
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Everyday all day |
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(I'm) with my niggas |
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(Just) hangin out |
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(Just) coolin out |
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(Just) on the regular |
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(I'm) with my niggas |
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(Just) hangin out |
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(Just) coolin out |
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(Just) sober for now but |
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(I'm) rollin up |
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(Just) hangin out |
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(Just) coolin out |
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(Just) everbody together |
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(I'm) lovin it |
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(Just) hangin out |
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Coolin out |
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( VERSE 4: Tek ) |
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Tek son, it's time that you're free |
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It been nights I ain't sleep |
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Too busy worried about the moves in the street |
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We send flames down the base of your spine |
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We lose one but we killed two, catch you while you're out on your grind |
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A nigga gotta get bloody every once in a row |
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Give it and go, let it out, it's good for the soul |
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How you're talkin but you can't understand it |
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I'm 'bout my money, mane, and I gets respect cause I demand it |
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Chief headbuster, throw a ace, come back on the sixth |
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Gotta jump, yeah, I ran but came back with the fifth |
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We turn May to the 4th of July |
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Sober you up, you're high |
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( ? ) I'm the voice of the ( ? ) |
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( VERSE 5: Starang Wondah ) |
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Yo, it's Starang Won with no deal, I'm mobile |
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This rap shit is so real, man, you don't even know Will |
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I play the crib, re-runs of _Moesha_ |
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Eatin cold pizza, man, smokin more reefer |
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Passed my bitch up, took the hooker back, it's cheaper to keep her |
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Try to escape, a nigga keep gettin in deeper |
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Yo, this ain't the same Starang niggas is used to |
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I'm neutral but that don't mean a nigga won't shoot you |
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Yo, I write a check, niggas turn up dead |
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I'm like a toaster the way a nigga burn up bread |
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Aha, I come on, I play chess when I'm rappin |
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For real yo, a nigga feel like I'm the best when I'm rappin |
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( VERSE 6: Steele ) |
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General Steele, original head, original crook |
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Reside in Southside Queens, born in the Brook |
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As a youth I was raised up by the books |
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Mom and pops gave what they could, the rest I took |
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Crook put me on, told me, "God, step to your biz |
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The hood needs soldiers to represent for the kids |
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Boom Camp started, so y'all gotta finish the shit" |
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BC legendary, dog, remember these kids |
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No record company can put an end to this shit |
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We click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricks |
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Black Smif-n-Wessun's the shit, we puttin it in |
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Entered da Stage underaged and became men |
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I shine, you shine, get your papers, mang |
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These cold streets preach the Rude Awakening |
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For the People we gon' do this, we endurin the pain |
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Duck Down more than a label, this family, mang |
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( CHORUS ) |
