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BK All Day (prod. by Dan The Man & Chris The Four)

Boot Camp Clik
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(X2) BK All Day (all day nigga) We spray y'all way (pop and you lay down) So don't go our way (get from 'round these parts) Cause we park our way (fuck around and get shot in the dark) Hey yo, recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of N.Y Living legends in the game, niggas been fly Think back when we first entered the stage Let that Brooklyn all rhythm and rage out the cage, nigga How many MC's is screaming you the man Buck 'em down with that black Smith & Wesson in my hand Champion hood fatigues or black chuckers With the soldiers war attire to murder motherfuckers I don't give a fuck, I've been jumped a hundred times Stabbed a lot of niggas, committed a hundred crimes Bitch, I ain't buying that, give you a rain check Gladly pay you Tuesday for serious brain net Sound boy burial, chichi man funeral Heads ain't ready to shoot, nigga salute The elite and the wrath of the streets and gun play Busta Jux, Boot Camp, BK All Day (X2) Streets of hard knocks, where police swarm blocks Where every other soldier keep their firearm cocked Come visit on that grind, it's a Brooklyn state of mind Make money, take money, a famous motto of mine When you find the hardest nigga, tucking in his shine They know, the wolves'll get him if you blink one time So it shouldn't be a mystery, the land of gangsta history The general, the fever blade to hide another victory All you niggas running your mouth, it don't mean shit to me Leaving your body numb like petro piplets with the Hennessy Got a shell for every single one of my enemies Brooklyn pumping blood through my heart, 'til the death of me This is the original Bucktown police From the same block where they bust shots at police Like, blow, everywhere I look Somebody shook when they lost in the city of Brooklyn Y'all know every block is danger If you're not on point, somebody came up Fuck a stranger, beware your neighbor Cause when he broke, that's when he change up and bring the banger Finger on the trigger as we look closely at the car When he rides slow, cause we don't really know pa Y'all know how we do around here Who we screw around here, if you're new around here (X2) You hear my young boy go in, shotgun toting Heavy piff blowing, nigga back the fuck up Who you know fucking with the U.G.P Underground Prince of Hip H-O-P I'm a worldwide hustler, Brooklyn gangsta When the East is in the house (oh my god) danger Did too much dirt to wipe my hands clean And I love new money, so fresh and green See the borough run firm, we be on that bullshit Fuck your baby mama, hit you up quick We play with whole bricks, nigga get that weight Respect my grind, 7-1-8, great Use caution when you crossing that Brooklyn Bridge Don't get caught up out there with them Crooklyn kids Real gritty, that's just how we live Fitted 59 fitties over Scarface grills Bed-Stuy, to the East, to the 'Ville We get hype when we eat, get in fights for the thrills We in the house and the place getting filled Fights live, do the break out, chain get peeled Girlfriends bang out, with airbrushed nails Snatch a bitch weave right out, her hair ain't real You from the projects, your man ain't real Getting house forced objects, it's like that, B (X2) Fuck your gun talk, play no doubt, you win, don't speak You ain't shooting nothing but air, your Nintendo Wii Fuck the industry, and fuck being in those streets I'm from the low down, you can't even go in those peeps It's an animal hunt, think I'm playing with you son Your man in the front, get snap shot without a camera son The animals hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest Well, not to the rats and the bird niggas Fuck 'em, they can't stop you from getting your food ate They just, make it hard to eat like toothaches Pause, difficult to eat like toothaches I be having myself in knots like shoelace (X2)