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[ Buckshot ]<br>Most definitely<br>We up in here<br>Boot Camp Clik<br>On the beat...<br>TY Dizzle<br>Ah<br>One Shot Deal<br>Duck Down in this muthafucka once again<br>Let`s do this<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Top Dog ]<br>(You) thought I was finished, you thought I was done<br>Cause I took time off to raise my son<br>But I rep for the streets, prepared with the heat<br>The Top Dog will rhyme over any beat<br>Yeah, you rep for the hood, that`s all to the good<br>My dogs get high off Henn and backwood<br>I got love for the game but some of you lames<br>Get me sick tryin to sound the same<br>But I do what I do, carry the flame<br>Like the last child tryin to carry the name<br>I`ma rep for my stripes, that`s word to my life<br>Like you coward cops tryin to take my life<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Louieville ]<br>Yo, I`m just tryin to do me, high as fuck<br>Countin up bucks, baby boy`s lackin trucks<br>Tryin to live through all the bullshit<br>Addin up chips, a nigga tryin to get rich<br>And when I`m aggravated I smoke heavenly<br>Drink heavenly until the loss of memory<br>It`s the Vi-double to the l-e<br>Movin out where it`s warm when it`s chilly<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]<br>The god is back to put the r in rap<br>No R&B niggas, the streets don`t want a part of that<br>Become hard for the game, some starve for the game<br>Some don`t get the picture till they a part of the frame<br>Just cool it, mane, it`s simple and plain<br>Yeah, I`m from Brooklyn but I live in this game<br>Still the same and I do the thang like it never was done<br>This little nigga move ahead of the gun<br>So what you sayin?<br><br>[ CHORUS: Buckshot ]<br>Everyday all day<br>(I`m) with my niggas<br>(Just) hangin out<br>(Just) coolin out<br>(Just) on the regular<br>(I`m) with my niggas<br>(Just) hangin out<br>(Just) coolin out<br>(Just) sober for now but<br>(I`m) rollin up<br>(Just) hangin out<br>(Just) coolin out<br>(Just) everbody together<br>(I`m) lovin it<br>(Just) hangin out<br>Coolin out<br><br>[ VERSE 4: Tek ]<br>Tek son, it`s time that you`re free<br>It been nights I ain`t sleep<br>Too busy worried about the moves in the street<br>We send flames down the base of your spine<br>We lose one but we killed two, catch you while you`re out on your grind<br>A nigga gotta get bloody every once in a row<br>Give it and go, let it out, it`s good for the soul<br>How you`re talkin but you can`t understand it<br>I`m `bout my money, mane, and I gets respect cause I demand it<br>Chief headbuster, throw a ace, come back on the sixth<br>Gotta jump, yeah, I ran but came back with the fifth<br>We turn May to the 4th of July<br>Sober you up, you`re high<br>( ? ) I`m the voice of the ( ? )<br><br>[ VERSE 5: Starang Wondah ]<br>Yo, it`s Starang Won with no deal, I`m mobile<br>This rap shit is so real, man, you don`t even know Will<br>I play the crib, re-runs of _Moesha_<br>Eatin cold pizza, man, smokin more reefer<br>Passed my bitch up, took the hooker back, it`s cheaper to keep her<br>Try to escape, a nigga keep gettin in deeper<br>Yo, this ain`t the same Starang niggas is used to<br>I`m neutral but that don`t mean a nigga won`t shoot you<br>Yo, I write a check, niggas turn up dead<br>I`m like a toaster the way a nigga burn up bread<br>Aha, I come on, I play chess when I`m rappin<br>For real yo, a nigga feel like I`m the best when I`m rappin<br><br>[ VERSE 6: Steele ]<br>General Steele, original head, original crook<br>Reside in Southside Queens, born in the Brook<br>As a youth I was raised up by the books<br>Mom and pops gave what they could, the rest I took<br>Crook put me on, told me, "God, step to your biz<br>The hood needs soldiers to represent for the kids<br>Boom Camp started, so y`all gotta finish the shit"<br>BC legendary, dog, remember these kids<br>No record company can put an end to this shit<br>We click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricks<br>Black Smif-n-Wessun`s the shit, we puttin it in<br>Entered da Stage underaged and became men<br>I shine, you shine, get your papers, mang<br>These cold streets preach the Rude Awakening<br>For the People we gon` do this, we endurin the pain<br>Duck Down more than a label, this family, mang<br><br>[ CHORUS ]

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