Cession at tha Doghillee

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Ahem Fuckin pockets man Fuckin pockets Shuckin and duckin Cuz imma light this motherfucker up and smoke it I flow fluidly. Who I be? That be none of your Beeswax ease back 'fore I squeeze gats We don't need that Do we, do we? Rap-style dookie A Dog like Tim, that's why you're scared to step to me Do we have to result in fisticuffs See, I get swift with my stuff that's when the Ruck erupts So think not of what I am and what I do Just recognize, when I'm on the mic, I rule How many corny emcee gon' try Fifty emcee, forty of 'em done die Run with Heltah Skeltah through the realms of the dark If a nigga rift, then I'ma let the four-four bark Everybody knows, when my knotty head grows I turn into a lethal weapon and start stepping on toes I waste no time when I move mine Grab my Glock and then I clear the block Like I was PO-9 Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik In the night, who roll tight Wack emcees have best to beware That I fears no fears and that's word to my dry tear I break your whole fucking crew in half Feel the wrath as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass. One Time for your mind, hit that ass colorblind Signed on the dotted line is how I live my lifetime Reality hit me at some degrees Now my eyes bleed (Why) Because I just smoked a bag of weed Bringing forth Heltah Skeltah Be the big Rock, God help ya I beats more ass than mom dukes' leather belt I gets open like doors when I be trooping Trademark be booting, baggy pants drooping Hooping and hollering. Nigga, shut your Mug Cuz I might have you swallowing a whole bunch of slugs Cuz I'm bugged in my dome piece Roam in the streets with my chrome I'ma blast it, my Camp's magic, I get that ass quick Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try To test the warrior I, me no know why A new breed of conquerors is on the rise Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes From the Heltah Skeltah, The Gunn, the Clappaz Smif-N-Wessun coming through Stomping out all you wack rappers With the crazy dread The mad boy head's fed Of corny shit that's said So now you bleed like your man bled We're getting twisted as our Timbs cover pavement Flowing state-to-state, picking up the next payment Your thoughts smell. Violators to the left Four slugs hit 'em chest, no more, no less So think about it Abort your mission, it's impossible Or be a vegetable, laying bent up in the hospital You silly wabbit, tricks are for kids, don't you know that Fuck with my Boot Camp and get your wig pushed back Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Industry we break down I be that rude boy, bad boy, coming from the Ville Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me The T-O-P D-O-G Or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G Some of y'all niggas be trying to pull the trigger But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little quicker Time to catch wreck, get back to the set Where all generals, them call Timb Chek All up in your motherfucking grill, I be still Coming through with my wrecking crew So I reckon you keep it real, If not I'm blowing spots on whoever be showing Glocks And whatnots, walking around, faking mad rocks The only Rock I know is B.I.G. breaking up N-I-double G-As with that nigga R-U-C-K Better be ready to be jetty if you're petty Cuz if it wasn't already said We're dangerous and deadly You better recognize or recollect I wreck a set with a Tek And we ain't asking, we blasting Now, from this, you may think that Steele is trife I earn my stripes cuz I deal with the real in life And I reveal my knife to cut you loose I'm not Ruthless, but you'll get the boots if you useless Cuz, time upon time, I find If you remain blind, you get left behind But we see very clearly So step up to the front cuz this is where we Represent on the lovely for you And give praise due to the Father above me Cuz we ain't here to attack all, but we'll The backs off the wack rappers that jack off That's all, that's it, strictly the bumping shit Niggas don't even know what they fucking with Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik Industry we break down