| I walk around town with the pound strapped down,
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| that’s only because it’s mad real in Bucktown.
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| It gets mad deep in the streets,
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| when you gotta watch ya back for beasts, enemies even ya peeps.
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| I step to my business stand strong on my own two,
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| do what I have have to do to get true.
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| If you for real then you know the deal,
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| I do or die and I never ran never will.
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| Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,
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| niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.
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| Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,
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| Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die!
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| Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,
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| get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.
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| See, let me explain this ain’t no game,
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| the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.
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| You understand where I’m coming from slim,
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| Bucktown’s the state of mind that I’m trapped in.
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| If you want to see me have some sensei,
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| keep your actions real everything will be ire.
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| Wicked minded youth dem’ll lick off a shot,
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| cause the roots silly around my way to get hot.
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| Had to relocate, update with my inner,
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| feel and destroy when I step in the center.
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| A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,
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| Boot Camp Click no doubt that’s right.
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| Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,
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| from throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.
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| Mr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims,
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| hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.
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| Now you call yourself a man, I cram to understand,
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| never step into ya business less ya got a clan.
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| When I come around the block,
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| I give mad love to the heads that I know,
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| while the heads that I don’t know watch.
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| As I step to my business they witness me,
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| consistently building with my family.
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| Jealously makes them enemies,
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| so when I’m nice step correctly and my ???
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| Individuals who chose to use life for granted,
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| what cha’gon when it’s demanded.
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| When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,
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| of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.
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| I hope ya niggas get right this time,
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| cause in this life of mine I’m going out for crime.
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| And I believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,
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| some do have tricks up them sleeves (but we).
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| Crack down on the wack found background Bucktown
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| get down if your with then now.
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| Cause what’s happening theres a whole lot of flappin',
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| but watch what’ll happen if we bring gun clappers in.
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| Boot Camp organizing in the streets,
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| in the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don’t sleep.
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| Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,
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| or a glock to your frame.
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| Basic training Boot Camp don’t let shit slide,
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| so we be ready for what be on the brick side.
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| Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs! |