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    [ 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?

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    [ 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

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    Composición: T. Williams y D. Yates Jr.

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