| Intro： | |
| Yes, who's that? boo-ya who's that in the place to be | |
| Sadat x reppin' with the o.g.c. (gun clappaz) | |
| For my peoples throughout the pj's got my man | |
| Black reppin' from back in the day | |
| X files and you know the storm | |
| Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned | |
| Dru ha where you at? (yeah yeah) | |
| O.g. where you at? | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Now who's the bearer of bad news on crews | |
| When i drop the jewels on fools they say "who?" | |
| Give me my props before i quickly pass the tek to steele | |
| Niggas want record deals without even having skills | |
| (yo it's ill) how headz still ain't ready | |
| Down with the fab 5 without the freddy | |
| But deadly perfect ready to wreck any | |
| Bootcamps the best host from east to west coast | |
| Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats | |
| Sadat x: | |
| Like this like that, i'm tired of all y'all crab ass rappers | |
| Bucktown home of the original gunn clappaz | |
| Use to be on ocean by the street empire | |
| See my man buckshot on bushwick day back in 9th | |
| On the uptown blocks of harlem is where you'll find me | |
| Louievill slug the piece with the top dawg | |
| Strangle that ass raise the ruck down the block or | |
| Leflaur leflah if you prefer | |
| Sean black: | |
| Straight bootcamp cowboys in duckdown | |
| Soldiers heads creep while y'all bop to the boogie | |
| Sound bwoy come uptown to mic check | |
| Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night | |
| Remenis me and starange lemonhead takin' dope cause i was broke | |
| And they heads was wet | |
| Now islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks | |
| A-yo dun dun hold me down on the run | |
| Hook: | |
| Sadat x: | |
| A-yo he asked for it his man saw it | |
| So it don't mean jack to me (x2) | |
| (cowboy status) | |
| Top dawg: | |
| So much unfairness in this game it's making me hear unclear | |
| But making me more aware for when y'all niggas come here | |
| The bottles on and you a gun fool for years | |
| O.g.c. blowin' the spot with sadat | |
| King of the wild places you better know where you at | |
| With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin' | |
| Sadat x: | |
| In the bk lin stands the bootcamp base | |
| On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face | |
| To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five | |
| Somebody said it's war i got a boatload of niggas | |
| Niggas from uptown and brooklyn original gun triggers | |
| Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear | |
| They always say it's calm before the big storm | |
| Louieville: | |
| Runnin' rampade through crews it's thee originoo gunn clapp 2 | |
| L-o-u-i-e here to bet you, no haps dude | |
| Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash | |
| Upon you wack math no mass well too bad for you | |
| 3-2-1 nigga never knew ya, straight to the death | |
| Dug out ville sluggah, ha i crack ass | |
| To make crews look like "who's that." | |
| Fantastic like boombastic sluggah let you have it | |
| This brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets | |
| But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how i manage | |
| Huh me no need and streets who carry sweeper | |
| Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper | |
| Hook | |
| Starange: | |
| So who' that with crew phat just like menate | |
| Large when i uncharge at all the places that i been at | |
| Now i take 10 at a time when i rhyme | |
| Big up east 105th with mad black and dime | |
| I'm the eight black smoker gert neck choker | |
| Mack by the crotch make police watch me like oprah | |
| Top dawg: | |
| Here we come flee 3 guns on the run | |
| Brothers best to make way or you'll get done up by the louie | |
| To thee wack cats i screw he | |
| Ask if them niggas ain't up apon their juicys | |
| Louieville: | |
| Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high | |
| He game me some advice and said i was sure to share | |
| So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome | |
| Cause when your pops come home he be | |
| Lookin' for more then a bust, in god we trust | |
| He must of been talkin' about us | |
| Hook | |
| Sadat x: | |
| It't the great x i send off to endor | |
| On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right | |
| With my man sean bliggity this beat right here is meant to be | |
| The brooklyn uptown united i tore down off a pint of this | |
| Here a-yo o.g. don't stop shit | |
| Yo hold the dills we keep shit real | |
| Hook (x4) |
| Intro: | |
| Yes, who' s that? booya who' s that in the place to be | |
| Sadat x reppin' with the o. g. c. gun clappaz | |
| For my peoples throughout the pj' s got my man | |
| Black reppin' from back in the day | |
| X files and you know the storm | |
| Homies loc now it' s on so you' ve been warned | |
| Dru ha where you at? yeah yeah | |
| O. g. where you at? | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Now who' s the bearer of bad news on crews | |
| When i drop the jewels on fools they say " who?" | |
| Give me my props before i quickly pass the tek to steele | |
| Niggas want record deals without even having skills | |
| yo it' s ill how headz still ain' t ready | |
| Down with the fab 5 without the freddy | |
| But deadly perfect ready to wreck any | |
| Bootcamps the best host from east to west coast | |
| Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats | |
| Sadat x: | |
| Like this like that, i' m tired of all y' all crab ass rappers | |
| Bucktown home of the original gunn clappaz | |
| Use to be on ocean by the street empire | |
| See my man buckshot on bushwick day back in 9th | |
| On the uptown blocks of harlem is where you' ll find me | |
| Louievill slug the piece with the top dawg | |
| Strangle that ass raise the ruck down the block or | |
| Leflaur leflah if you prefer | |
| Sean black: | |
| Straight bootcamp cowboys in duckdown | |
| Soldiers heads creep while y' all bop to the boogie | |
| Sound bwoy come uptown to mic check | |
| Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night | |
| Remenis me and starange lemonhead takin' dope cause i was broke | |
| And they heads was wet | |
| Now islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks | |
| Ayo dun dun hold me down on the run | |
| Hook: | |
| Sadat x: | |
| Ayo he asked for it his man saw it | |
| So it don' t mean jack to me x2 | |
| cowboy status | |
| Top dawg: | |
| So much unfairness in this game it' s making me hear unclear | |
| But making me more aware for when y' all niggas come here | |
| The bottles on and you a gun fool for years | |
| O. g. c. blowin' the spot with sadat | |
| King of the wild places you better know where you at | |
| With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin' | |
| Sadat x: | |
| In the bk lin stands the bootcamp base | |
| On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face | |
| To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five | |
| Somebody said it' s war i got a boatload of niggas | |
| Niggas from uptown and brooklyn original gun triggers | |
| Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear | |
| They always say it' s calm before the big storm | |
| Louieville: | |
| Runnin' rampade through crews it' s thee originoo gunn clapp 2 | |
| Louie here to bet you, no haps dude | |
| Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash | |
| Upon you wack math no mass well too bad for you | |
| 321 nigga never knew ya, straight to the death | |
| Dug out ville sluggah, ha i crack ass | |
| To make crews look like " who' s that." | |
| Fantastic like boombastic sluggah let you have it | |
| This brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets | |
| But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how i manage | |
| Huh me no need and streets who carry sweeper | |
| Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper | |
| Hook | |
| Starange: | |
| So who' that with crew phat just like menate | |
| Large when i uncharge at all the places that i been at | |
| Now i take 10 at a time when i rhyme | |
| Big up east 105th with mad black and dime | |
| I' m the eight black smoker gert neck choker | |
| Mack by the crotch make police watch me like oprah | |
| Top dawg: | |
| Here we come flee 3 guns on the run | |
| Brothers best to make way or you' ll get done up by the louie | |
| To thee wack cats i screw he | |
| Ask if them niggas ain' t up apon their juicys | |
| Louieville: | |
| Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high | |
| He game me some advice and said i was sure to share | |
| So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome | |
| Cause when your pops come home he be | |
| Lookin' for more then a bust, in god we trust | |
| He must of been talkin' about us | |
| Hook | |
| Sadat x: | |
| It' t the great x i send off to endor | |
| On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right | |
| With my man sean bliggity this beat right here is meant to be | |
| The brooklyn uptown united i tore down off a pint of this | |
| Here ayo o. g. don' t stop shit | |
| Yo hold the dills we keep shit real | |
| Hook x4 |
| Intro: | |
| Yes, who' s that? booya who' s that in the place to be | |
| Sadat x reppin' with the o. g. c. gun clappaz | |
| For my peoples throughout the pj' s got my man | |
| Black reppin' from back in the day | |
| X files and you know the storm | |
| Homies loc now it' s on so you' ve been warned | |
| Dru ha where you at? yeah yeah | |
| O. g. where you at? | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Now who' s the bearer of bad news on crews | |
| When i drop the jewels on fools they say " who?" | |
| Give me my props before i quickly pass the tek to steele | |
| Niggas want record deals without even having skills | |
| yo it' s ill how headz still ain' t ready | |
| Down with the fab 5 without the freddy | |
| But deadly perfect ready to wreck any | |
| Bootcamps the best host from east to west coast | |
| Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats | |
| Sadat x: | |
| Like this like that, i' m tired of all y' all crab ass rappers | |
| Bucktown home of the original gunn clappaz | |
| Use to be on ocean by the street empire | |
| See my man buckshot on bushwick day back in 9th | |
| On the uptown blocks of harlem is where you' ll find me | |
| Louievill slug the piece with the top dawg | |
| Strangle that ass raise the ruck down the block or | |
| Leflaur leflah if you prefer | |
| Sean black: | |
| Straight bootcamp cowboys in duckdown | |
| Soldiers heads creep while y' all bop to the boogie | |
| Sound bwoy come uptown to mic check | |
| Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night | |
| Remenis me and starange lemonhead takin' dope cause i was broke | |
| And they heads was wet | |
| Now islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks | |
| Ayo dun dun hold me down on the run | |
| Hook: | |
| Sadat x: | |
| Ayo he asked for it his man saw it | |
| So it don' t mean jack to me x2 | |
| cowboy status | |
| Top dawg: | |
| So much unfairness in this game it' s making me hear unclear | |
| But making me more aware for when y' all niggas come here | |
| The bottles on and you a gun fool for years | |
| O. g. c. blowin' the spot with sadat | |
| King of the wild places you better know where you at | |
| With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin' | |
| Sadat x: | |
| In the bk lin stands the bootcamp base | |
| On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face | |
| To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five | |
| Somebody said it' s war i got a boatload of niggas | |
| Niggas from uptown and brooklyn original gun triggers | |
| Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear | |
| They always say it' s calm before the big storm | |
| Louieville: | |
| Runnin' rampade through crews it' s thee originoo gunn clapp 2 | |
| Louie here to bet you, no haps dude | |
| Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash | |
| Upon you wack math no mass well too bad for you | |
| 321 nigga never knew ya, straight to the death | |
| Dug out ville sluggah, ha i crack ass | |
| To make crews look like " who' s that." | |
| Fantastic like boombastic sluggah let you have it | |
| This brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets | |
| But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how i manage | |
| Huh me no need and streets who carry sweeper | |
| Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper | |
| Hook | |
| Starange: | |
| So who' that with crew phat just like menate | |
| Large when i uncharge at all the places that i been at | |
| Now i take 10 at a time when i rhyme | |
| Big up east 105th with mad black and dime | |
| I' m the eight black smoker gert neck choker | |
| Mack by the crotch make police watch me like oprah | |
| Top dawg: | |
| Here we come flee 3 guns on the run | |
| Brothers best to make way or you' ll get done up by the louie | |
| To thee wack cats i screw he | |
| Ask if them niggas ain' t up apon their juicys | |
| Louieville: | |
| Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high | |
| He game me some advice and said i was sure to share | |
| So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome | |
| Cause when your pops come home he be | |
| Lookin' for more then a bust, in god we trust | |
| He must of been talkin' about us | |
| Hook | |
| Sadat x: | |
| It' t the great x i send off to endor | |
| On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right | |
| With my man sean bliggity this beat right here is meant to be | |
| The brooklyn uptown united i tore down off a pint of this | |
| Here ayo o. g. don' t stop shit | |
| Yo hold the dills we keep shit real | |
| Hook x4 |
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