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I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side |
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No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some |
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Around here headz don't act their age |
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Ya might be another dead boy on the front page |
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Enter the cipher withcha lighter |
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El's are ready prepare to run another all nighter |
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But keep watch for the cops 'cuz they rock glocks |
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Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots |
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Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets |
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'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats |
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I guess they hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge |
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Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hands cuffed |
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Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah |
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Now, I'm up outta here |
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Pigs look me up and down with a frown |
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Is it 'cuz I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown? |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Got five MC's that wanna come test |
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We got ya nooses hangin' over da trees |
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Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive |
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Kill your body, boy, and take your lover for hostage |
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Knock, knock, maybe not the four shots empty |
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On the violator that was sent out to get me |
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I'm tore up from the floor up and every thing's black |
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But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack |
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Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love |
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Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above |
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Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip |
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Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click |
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Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark |
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Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart |
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Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants |
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Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Home of da originoo, home of da originoo |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Another murderer, just another prankster |
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Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta |
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Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets |
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Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep |
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Mr. Ripper I lurk in da stuy |
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Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high |
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With my Breaddren, a boodah session, learn ya lesson |
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Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun |
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Bucktown's everywhere I swear |
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It's clear to me, you feel the weed, now I really see |
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Night falls around the way, Originoo heads come out to play |
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Puff herb, break day, it's just a regular, everyday state of being I |
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Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time |
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I find reality follows me where I roam, 360 degrees back home in |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |
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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz |