| Who we be? |
| We be the B-double-
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| -O-T C-A-M-P
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| I’m caught
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| Up in a zone of my own, I roam, run
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| My fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome
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| And analyze who to tear through, I dare you
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| Devils that try to bear me—that there would be bear-proof
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| Who’s he? |
| Stalking the streets when there’s no life, eyes
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| Glow like Tyco Night Glow, we’s in flight, but it don’t
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| Glow like wack, the glow’s phat, and it be
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| The only glow that let me know where a true warrior be at
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| O.G.C., Gunn Clappa Numba 2
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| (Louieville, do he ill? Snap in half your crew, back)
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| (Smack a few of you ‘til your ears ring) Do my
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| Smacking with the bat (Why?) so my hands don’t sting. |
| I’ll bring
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| Wreck in this game, and don’t shit change, I in-
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| -flicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine
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| Heads talk trash, walk thin paths like anorexic
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| Patients laced up, overdosed in the exits
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| And, see, here’s these dumb, deaf, blind rappers
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| Who don’t know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz (What?)
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| Many phrases, many ways you can explain it
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| Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I’ll make you famous, so
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| Step, don’t stare. |
| Dare cross this path? |
| Beware
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| Representativz and foul play got the rear (Got the rear)
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| We see in the dark like an owl
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Out to eliminate those who live foul
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Who we be? |
| We be the B-double-
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| -O-T C-A-M-P
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| Creep stalking, weed, coughing
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| Burgling in under' make me wonder why I’m not sleepwalking
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| Peeps talking, I hear ‘em as I walk by, but they
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| All die. |
| I’m fortified with the .45
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| Fuck it! |
| Let me proceed with the mission
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| No need for intermission, I need trees in my system
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| Cut down Dumont, then I head through Bristol, park
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| With my P.N.C. |
| for some yard to spark
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| No need to get hyper when I see C-Cypher power
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| On the corner, fucking with my niggas every hour. |
| I
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| Devour niggas who wanna test me and defy me
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| It might be Giuliani or the Illuminati
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| But I be writing plans of attack in my journal
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| So Ruck, Rock, ‘Ville Sluggah remains Nocturnal
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| Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I’m solar
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| Penetrate through darkness, bounce like I’m sonar
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| We done
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| Found us an organized way to buckwild
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Spread the word 29 million square miles
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Who we be? |
| We be the B-double-
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| -O-T C-A-M-P
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| One
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| Clik stomping on the path that’s so hard, ain’t
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| No smiling, we’re up «Against the Odds» like Phil Collins
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| Meanwhile, I still been wilding but only smarter (What?)
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| Be the Irrational and the Quiet Riot Starter
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| Pardon this. |
| I see you not the sharpest pencil
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| In the box. |
| Nowhere near a match, you get smashed by
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| A Rock. |
| I done seen 3-dollar bills and you’re faker
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| And you wonder why I hate ya. |
| A snake’ll
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| Get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head. |
| Give me
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| Some pens that red, the Cobra Commander dead
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| Ban the red, W heighten, be through
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| Recognize Heltah Skeltah deads them and not you
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| Damn, who blew trial?
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| We live Nocturnal in the ninety-now
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| In the concrete streets of Bucktown
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Don’t let your name show up next on my file
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| Daytime’s used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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| Who we be? |
| We be the B-double-
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| -O-T C-A-M-P
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| We be B-double-O-T C-A-M-P Clik. |
| For real, yo, Heltah Skeltah, uh, O.G.C.
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| , uh, BDI, uh, Cocoa Brovaz, Representativz |