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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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(Tek)
This is the story of a place, that we call home Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble Hoppin on the white horse, tryin to get a handle On the fast pace that we call the last race Step wit precaution when you enter this place We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true Just come correct wit the snapses or ya doo Don't come cryin broke, still tryin to cop the dope What parts of no, do not you understand bro We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas What goes around comes back to the roots See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true (Chorus) We live in Brooklyn baby We try to make it baby We gonna make it baby We live in Brooklyn baby (Steele) Another day, another dollar dead Pigs rushin the crib to catch a collar now I'm fed What the face now, me and my people's taste crown Stayin face down, while K-9's sniffs around What they found was irrelevant, the weed cuz They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us Now I got more pigs rushin we, handcuffin me Takin hold of we, in the custody For blushin in, rasta boy restin in peace After going through the bullshit, we in release To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall No time at all, no fake, no jacks Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen I'll be glad when my man come home Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome (Chorus (with Tek shoutin out)) (Tek) The eye three time, as lead transpire Currency change, change from yours to mine Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on water Pager goin off, call comin from headquarters I was told if the secret code appears It means some bwoy want dead, prepare for warfare (Steele) Fuck the truth, we bringin the noose for ya loose talk So think smart, or rest in parts if ya do start I fucks wit, the poor, so fuck being rich Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin war goin on Stand strong, on ya own two, mista Or come confront the grim ripper Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues Bloody red afro, puffin on the black weed (on three) He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to tattle (Tek) Salute, to each and every hood label truth Doin what you gotta do to bring in the loot Huh, the time has come for armageddion Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn Now catchin vibes, that somethin ain't right Gettin little hits, stomach fillin up tight Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait bastards Run around town wit the cronz trynna blast shit Ain't nuthin sweat like the dark streets of Bedstuy Creepin population, endin up in C.I. (Steele) Take a ride through the Flatbush side See the dred and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye Now slide, through the ville, death row, say hello To the fam that stick to K.I.M. that's planned Toward the east, somethin's goin on So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong (Chorus to fade) |
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| 4. |
| 3:05 |
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[Chorus: Tek (Steele)]
When the booms bye close (yo we got to Keep It Movin) When your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin) When the spilly get hot (straight up, we got to Keep It Movin) When shit just don't stop (yo, son, yo we just got to Keep It Movin) [Steele] Whose that knockin at my door? Hope it's a friend of me, cuz we at war wit the enemy We keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher All man trifler, if I'mma take a life, then I'ma die of lifer Unless I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek Walk around again wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend Never to sleep again, unless I want my life to end [Tek] Take a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield Mr. Ripper MP, do these'll kill Any and every enemy befriended we Don't believe the forefront of the industry Cuz your man makes the brain feel soothin Constant elevation, so we gotta Keep It Movin [Chorus: Steele (Tek)] Now when ya set gets hot (we got to Keep It Movin) And when it's time to get dough (we got to Keep It Movin) It's time to big up the spot, kid (so let's get it movin) Gotta let these heads know (time to get it movin) [Steele] From dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world I face drama that trace from me, back to my momma So to be a man, the plan is to never sit Where I lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right Under my pillow or right near me Nightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary So fear me, cuz I'm like the ones that truce Wit somethin in the mid section for protection I reckin you, take a second or two To recollect for a few, while I connect wit my crew And Keep It Movin, and get rocks to bill Blocks to seal, dome, ya big up cops to kill [Chorus: Tek (Steele)] When we on to the con game (yo, it's got to Keep It Movin) When it's cee-lo, bank is low (we got to Keep It Movin) When the dough run out (straight up, we got to Keep It Movin) When the stash is gone (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin) [Tek] We comin through, all you hear is ten boots stompin Got you shittin in you're drawers, just starin, lookin, watchin What's our next move? Hope it's not in you direction Cuz you know you're fucked up and left home without connection Coward ass niggas want beef wit the ruckus in us Pawn box that ass, and shift ya back to ya sender It's all about reality Now follow me, into the thoughts of a high mad man Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin from my hand Kinda lost it for a sec, cuz I snap now and then Every since the beast threw his glock to my chin Now I'm livin wit the grudge for the fuzz Pullin off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs Whose the herb of the day? Don't hate and pay to the cause That keeps us off all day, I rip the pocket, O.G.C. did the shootin This milli's gettin blown, so we got to Keep It Movin |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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I walk around town with the pound strapped down,
that's only because it's mad real in Bucktown. It gets mad deep in the streets, when you gotta watch ya back for beasts,enemies even ya peeps. I step to my business stand strong on my own two, do what I have have to do to get true. If you for real then you know the deal, I do or die and I never ran never will. Verse 1 Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more, niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor. Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky, Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die! Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality, get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality. See, let me explain this ain't no game, the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame. You understand where I'm coming from slim, Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in. If you want to see me have some sensei, keep your actions real everything will be ire. Wicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot, cause the roots silly around my way to get hot. Had to relocate, update with my inner, feel and destroy when I step in the center. A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight, Boot Camp Click no doubt that's right. Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them, from throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband. Mr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims, hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again. Now you call yourself a man, I cram to understand, never step into ya business less ya got a clan. <chorus> When I come around the block, I give mad love to the heads that I know, while the heads that I don't know watch. As I step to my business they witness me, consistently building with my family. Jealously makes them enemies, so when I'm nice step correctly and my ???? Individuals who chose to use life for granted, what cha' gon when it's demanded. When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist, of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk. I hope ya niggas get right this time, cause in this life of mine I'm going out for crime. And I believe, you got to take what you want to achieve, some do have tricks up them sleeves(but we). Crack down on the wack found background Bucktown get down if your with then now. Cause what's happening theres a whole lot of flappin', but watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in. Boot Camp organizing in the streets, in the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep. Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain, or a glock to your frame. Basic training Boot Camp don't let shit slide, so we be ready for what be on the brick side. <chrous> Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!! |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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(Where Brooklyn at?) repeated
Tek: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win, and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin? Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista. Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta. Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split. Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip. This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled, three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead. Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy), Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy). Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind, I gotta get away so I can do more crime. See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot, puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot. My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed, throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex. Chorus One: 4x (I am what I am) / And I do what I do (Puff mad lye) / Catch wreck with my crew Steele: (Sent to represent the real heads, the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead. I walk the fence of stress and tension, hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets. I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt, roll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want. Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal, and all Boot Camp Generaaaals. I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step and you'll regret when my mob flex. Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin. Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks, chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.) Chorus Two: 2x Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew) Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew) Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew) I am what I am / (And I do what I do) Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready) Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty. (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.) Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine. (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead. (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head) Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND EAST RIVER SINKIN'. Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop. (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe) Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G. (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me) But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz) And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, 'cause (I am, what I am, and I do what I do) Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew. Chorus One: 4x Chorus Two: 2x Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that... (okay, we ready to rock...) |
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| 4:38 |
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| 8. |
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Verse One:
Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/ Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/ I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/ I bet you never thought I bust led/ To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/ You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/ recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/ Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/ from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/ You say you number one wicked selecta/ I say you punani/and I wetcha/ Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/ cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/ Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/ showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/ now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/ led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/ see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/ lick a shot punani/not gun fire/ Now everybody wanna be dongongon/ all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/ in the docks when the gun starts buckin/ but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/ Chorus DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound/ leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE! Verse Two: Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/ the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/ original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/ thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/ in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/ we bout to get illa/ Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/ cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/ betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/ Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/ to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/ warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/ Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/ my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/ and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/ Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/ You neva know/that when it comes to championship/ is we dat have de management/ and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew LEAVE! Verse Three: Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/ as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/ Target pon sight/trick up and cock/ adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/ Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/ here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/ Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/ more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/ So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/ Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/ In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/ wit my nigga D-O-G.... We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal this/ we come to let you know/what the deal is/ Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/ may you return where the dust is.. There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/ and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/ and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de evenin/now everthing changed... |
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| 5:23 |
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| 10. |
| 3:50 |
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(Intro: Rock)
Ah-yea, ah I don't think these peeps know Yo it's finally on for real, duke Brothers better recognize Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son (Steele) (Tek) {both} Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts (Meet up with my people on the corner) {in the morn} (Get zoned get {on} now prepare to get it {on}) What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes And those who fake (may be a taste of this) Ah, true, now what them gon' do, when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin for you Sin! (I'm comin wit my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops) Bringin da Ruckus, Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot (Not tryin to go out like the recipe, the best Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin less) (Chorus 4X: Tek (Steele)) Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this) (Tek) (Steele) {both} Git it on, I've been playin my dues for the longest (No more callin from chest to chest) to whose the strongest I got ya block on lock, now you gettin dropped New on and on, {Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop} (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later Gotta get with my peeps and get paper) No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt) Tell him hit us off with this phat beat (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back) Feelin the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin contacts We bringin drama to y'all wannabe) {Do me a favor} (and bring on the real MC's Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, dunn? (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it) {So let's git it on!} (Chorus 4X) (Steele) (Tek) Beef knockin at my front door, time to face drama once more (Once and for all) settle the score (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets) Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could! (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same) All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name) When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid) Smif-N-Wessun representin from the cradle to the grave! (Chorus 4X) |
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| 4:16 |
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(Steele)
I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some Around here Headz don't act their age Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page Enter the cipher... withcha lighter El's are ready prepare to run another allnighter But keep watch for the Cops cuz they rock glocks Comin' on the Block tryin' to rock knots Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us Niggaz from da Streets cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats I guess they hold a grudge cuz I won't budge Playin' tough, starin' down da Judge with my hands cuffed Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah Now I'm up outta here Pigs look me up and down with a frown Is it cuz I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown? (Hook) BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (x8) (Tek) Got five MC's that wanna come test we Got ya nooses hangin' ovea da trees Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. Knock knock, maybe not the fourshots empty On the violator that was sent out to get me I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack Bucktown, I represent it on the love love Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above Don't sweat the buldge comin' from my hip Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin torn apart Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp (Hook) BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (7x) Home Of Da Originoo... Home Of Da Originoo... BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (Tek) Another murderer, just another prankster Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a Gangstea Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets Test da wrong Dread, now I'm in eternal sleep Mr. Ripper I lurk in da Stuy Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high with my Breaddren, a boodah session learn ya lesson or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun (Steele) Bucktown's everywhere I swear It's clear to me You feel the weed, now I really see Night falls around the way Originoo heads come out to play Puff herb, break day It's just a regular, everyday state of being I Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time I find reality follows me where I roam 360 degrees back home in... (Hook) BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (8x |
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