Tek

I don't want no fly guy, I just want a shy guy...

Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy
Di man dem ina di party, party, party
Di ole a dem look sexy, sexy, sexy
Watch dem jus a follow me, follow me, follow me

Everyweh me go di man dem a rush me
Yes a whole eep a pretty boy wah fi love me
Ahh, me dem love, yesa me dem love
True, them know me sweet an me sexy
Everywhere me gom me say me every ready
ahh, me dem love, yesa me dem love

But I don't want somebody, who's loving everybody
I need a shy guy, he's the kinda guy
Who'll only be mine...

Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy
Di man dem ina di party, party, party
Di ole a dem look sexy, sexy, sexy
Watch dem jus a follow me, follow me, follow me
Have mercy, mercy, mercy
But none a dem no move me, move me, move me,
Shy guy a weh me wanty, wanty, wanty
Only him can make me irie, irie, irie

Roughneck man me no want none a dat
Beat up me body, lick off me head top
Me no want none a dat, me no want none a dat
Big things a gwaan fi al di shy man dem
Wat to be me lover an wat to be me friend
Till the very end, till the very end

But I don't want somebody, who'l loving everybody
I need a shy guy, he's the kinda guy
Who'll only be mine...
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2.Someone To Love /Jon B./Babyface

Don't even Like to think about it
I don't know what I'd do without it
I only Know I live and I breathe for your love

Baby you came to me
in my time of need
when I needed you
You were there for me
Baby the love from you
Is what got me thru
It's because of you
I was able to
Give my heart again, you gave me

Someone to love
Someone to touch
Someone to hold
Oh Someone to know

Someone to love
Someone to trust
Someone to hold
Oh Someone to know

I thought I'd never love again
I thought my life was over and
I didn't wanna face nor even see another day
Suddenly from nowhere
Baby you appeared
You dried my fears
You cared for me
Baby your love for me
Truly rescued me
It's because of you
I was able fall in love again
you gave me

For so long in my life
I wouldn't let love inside
But I swallowed my pride
The day you arrived
Now that you're by my side
Everything is allright
It's because of you
I was able to
Give my heart again

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 there's 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!!

[Steele]
I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some
Around here heads don't act their age
Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page
Enter the cipher...with ya lighter
El's are ready prepare to run another all-nighter
But keep watch for the Cops 'cause they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
'Cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess they hold a grudge 'cause 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 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown?

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x8]

[Tek]
Got five MC's that want to come test we
Got ya nooses hangin' over 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 four shots 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 bulge comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Helter Skelter 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

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x7]
Home of da original...
Home of da original...
BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers!

[Tek]
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
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 sky
Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high
with my brethren, a buddha 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
Original 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...

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x8]

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 can't 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 want to 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 want to 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/

that's 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 that's goin around/and goin on/

and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/

and come to de livestock 'cause you a deadstock from mornin to de

evenin/now everthing changed...

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...

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...

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...