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Yeah |
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Y-yeah |
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Once again |
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Bucktown usa is the place where i rest |
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Should i say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet |
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Shit, i can't say chill .cause the property's hot |
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Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not |
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'cause of those who cop block, or those who get not |
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Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops |
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To all my g's don't snooze |
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'cause they crews in blues and whites |
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Comin' to the pj's lookin' for fights |
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Mr. officer cool down your temper |
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Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer |
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I try to do my thing, and you try to take me in |
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Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen |
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Then again |
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That's the place where you see the same face in thew street |
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Everybody got to charge the beat |
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Once again |
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Facin' the magistrate with the screwface |
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Bounce on the d-a-t-s-t-b, the new case |
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Chorus: |
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Bucktown |
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Home where the grass is greenah |
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And all the gods and earths choose a court in medina |
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Bucktown |
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The place where i received my roots |
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Got put on to this loot |
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And got my first tim boots |
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Bucktown |
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See me in the g-s-t-0-0 |
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On the side of the road |
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Gettin' harrassed by po-po's |
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Bucktown |
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Home of my b-c-c |
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And everybody that i roll with, the family |
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Boot camp's the way of life for a loner like me |
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Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police |
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Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em |
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Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic |
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Speaks with an accent, ????? i would imagine |
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A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action |
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We danced a few times |
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He got his, i got mine |
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Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime |
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Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue |
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Your man rudey, juliani fucked it up for you |
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Ain't gonna be no dice throwin' |
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Dead that weed blowin' |
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Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin' |
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Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates |
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Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip |
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Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la |
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From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by |
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Home of the originoo gunn clappaz |
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And bank safe crackers |
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Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers |
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When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew |
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?????????????????? and bust off when they can front on you |
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I still do |
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Smoke buds with the thugs |
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About to face the judge |
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Show all my niggaz love |
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I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means |
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Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds |
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Bucktown's everywhere i see |
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Representatives livin' nocturnally |
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Break a day on the regular |
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All night is all right with us |
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As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better |
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But never lose your head, just maintain |
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Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain |
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No strain |
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When tek and steele bang |
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Ain't shit changed from birth |
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B-c-c degrees, on to them other planes |
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Fam |
