| [00:07.896][Ruck] |
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I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee's wax |
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Ease back, fo' I squeeze that |
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We don't need that, do we, do we? |
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Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin, that's why you scared to step to me |
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Do we, have to result in fisticuffs? |
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See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck erupts |
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So think not, of what I am, and what I do |
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Just recognize in the murder mic, I rule |
| [00:30.535][Starang Wondah] |
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How many corny MC gon' try? |
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Fifty mc, forty of dem done die |
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Run wit Heltah Skeltah, through the realms of the dark |
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If a nigga rift, then I'mma let the 4-4 bark |
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Everybody knows, where my notty head grows |
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I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes |
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I, waste no time, when I move mine |
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Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine |
| [00:52.069][Chorus: Buckshot] |
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Why you wanna f*ck wit my Boot Camp? |
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Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
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F*ck wit my Bucktown group |
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And in the night, the night, who roll the tight |
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Why you wanna f*ck wit my Boot Camp? |
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Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
| [01:08.088] |
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik |
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In the night, who roll tight |
| [01:12.888][Louieville Sluggah] |
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Wack MC's, have best to beware |
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That I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear |
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I brake ya whole ****in crew in half |
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Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass |
| [01:23.760] |
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind |
| [01:26.692] |
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime |
| [01:29.567] |
Reality hit me at some degrees |
| [01:31.757] |
Now my eyes bleed (why?) Because I just smoked a bag of weed |
| [01:34.273][Rock] |
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Bringin forth Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya |
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I beat more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt |
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I gets open like doors when I be droopin |
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Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin |
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Hoopin and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug |
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'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs |
| [01:49.758] |
'cause I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets |
| [01:52.604] |
Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick |
| [01:55.684][Tek] |
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Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try |
| [01:58.736] |
To test the worry, I me no know why |
| [02:01.722] |
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise |
| [02:04.156] |
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes |
| [02:06.517] |
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz |
| [02:08.641] |
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers |
| [02:11.872] |
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed |
| [02:14.263] |
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled |
| [02:17.434] |
We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover pavement |
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Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment |
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Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left |
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Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less |
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So think about it, abort your mission, it's impossible |
| [02:30.511] |
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital |
| [02:33.211] |
You silly wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don't you know that? |
| [02:35.866] |
F*ck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back |
| [02:38.413][Chorus: Buckshot] |
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| [02:38.788] |
Why you wanna f*ck wit my Boot Camp? |
| [02:41.147] |
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
| [02:44.048] |
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik |
| [02:47.456] |
In the night, who roll tight |
| [02:49.436][Top Dog Big Kahuna] |
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| [02:49.672] |
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville |
| [02:51.918] |
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me |
| [02:54.612] |
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G |
| [02:59.762] |
Some of ya niggas be tryin to pull the trigga |
| [03:02.493] |
But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little quicker |
| [03:05.487] |
Time to catch Wreck, and back to the set |
| [03:07.719] |
Where all them rules, them cock in check |
| [03:10.209][Steele] |
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All up in ya mutha****in grill, I be Steele |
| [03:13.176] |
Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real |
| [03:16.221] |
If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin glocks |
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And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks |
| [03:21.371] |
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double |
| [03:24.481] |
G-H, wit that nigga R-U-C-K |
| [03:26.728] |
Better be ready to be jetty if you petty |
| [03:29.133] |
'cause if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and deadly |
| [03:32.098] |
You better recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a |
| [03:35.222] |
Tek, and we askin, we blastin |
| [03:37.383] |
Now from this you might think the Steele is trife |
| [03:39.990] |
I earn my strife, 'cause I deal wit the real in life |
| [03:42.425] |
And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose |
| [03:44.572] |
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless |
| [03:47.755] |
'cause, time upon time, I find |
| [03:50.272] |
If you remain blind, you get left behind |
| [03:53.078] |
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the front |
| [03:57.430] |
'cause this is where we, represent on the lovely |
| [04:00.422] |
For you and get praise due to the father above me |
| [04:03.943] |
'cause we ain't here to attack, or, when we take the backs off |
| [04:07.467] |
The wack rappers that jack off |
| [04:09.398] |
That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin shit |
| [04:12.546] |
Niggas don't even know what they ****in wit |
