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