Featuring boot camp clik
[rock]
Come on (bcc)
Come on (mfc)
Come on (bcc)
Come on (yeah!)
Aiyyo rock rock rock
Everybody say rock not lou from suburbs to pjand's
So watch ya hootchie groupies get dudes beat up
Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets and'bra iand'll break yoand' teeth up and take yoand' beeper
Two piece your man and let big noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in (your rapper card?)
Yeah my rapper card, it works in live sessions
Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera
[buckshot]
Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while i rock wit this
Mobb on yand'all niggas like the infamous
Too close wit the dillinger, two shots i donand't miss
Iand'm wiggin out while iand'm diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what i act like when i smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
andgt;from the, street bible or the street quran
Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
Iand'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
You can eat a dick while i eat a thong (clue!)
But still the bomb
[tek]
Itand's the wave-king, rock the two tone wallees strip-ons
Donand't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from new jerus stay vickin ya whips
Tek is the shit, ainand't nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the amg kit, ericsson wit the chip
Yand'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
So while iand'm takin a shit, iand'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on what we get
Itand's like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf oneand's bone
Look, ainand't no tellin how many gats iand've thrown
[rock] (steele)
Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
Come on (yo yo itand's yoand' time to eat)
[lidu rock]
Yo the set i claim is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin end, i be doin my thing (yeah!)
Lidu rock, know the name in new york we g stackin
First the bloods and the crips, now bitches is carjackin
Like my nigga craig and em say, andquot;fuck that shit!andquot;
Rockin shines in the and'ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yoand' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yoand' mouth so that ass wonand't talk
For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
Cuz we hold it down for doc and i keep my heat cocked
Lidu rock, what the fuck i know yand'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go and'head take a stab at me, muthafucker
[ruck]
You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ainand't got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
Maybe these, niggas ainand't ready for the magnum
Force, the holocaust, balls i just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of course iand'm glad them
Monkey niggas donand't fuck wit the ruck cuz they fags, son
The last one, to step to sean p caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a drakes cake
[steele]
Get it straight, yand'all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights
Boot camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
Donand't speak if you ainand't at norm (ainand't got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
See me in brook-lyn where crooks be armed
Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin your troops, i shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face
Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
My mind spray like a murdererand's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day
[dj clue]
Dj clue, the professional
Part one, you know how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga donnie brasco
My nigga b.i.g. word up
And we out, till next time
For all parties big skane 800-570-3657
Aight then
