Dah Shinin

[tek]
Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin
A hollow point slug comin outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner, comin quick
We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
God damn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead mr. buster
Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar hard, to do a rabbi
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these mc's wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain

(talking)

[steele]
All heads realize, recognize, smif-n-wessun on the rise
You better recognize, i'm beamin each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth
The heads that represent around the way
Showin and provin, keepin it movin, until they break day
Realize what's before ya eyes
Then see if you see the same real as we
When i say smif-n-wessun, this is what i mean
Nothin alive, of rid dreams could never come between
Original clik, roll thru the thin
And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick
Doing crimes wit deceptagons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
So our knees won't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners til the end

(talking)

[steele]
From the heart of where it all started
Bucktown, boot camp representin for all the dearly departed
Next, we comin to speak to the real mc's
Cuz the weak mc's, will win the breeze
Smif-n-wessun hold the remedy, runnin wit the boot camp
On the search for the enemy
And the crew happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve justice

[tek]
See me and my clik got a thing going on
True to the game and the love makes us strong
For every day trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by the nation
See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin high
You kill 'em on dead, if them shit where them lie
It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash
Armageddeon soon come keep the gun stash
But for the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
Takin gun shots through the nose, through the chest
Bless the sensee, that get me irie
And all praises due to all mighty

(talking)

[steele]
Before i go to bed, i take a l to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, god rest his soul, i was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold
To my brother, my nigga rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around, to see us rip through the underground
Smif-n-wessun dedicate this to my man sean grady, the r
One love baby

(steele)
I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case i gotta smoke some
Around here headz don't act their age
Ya might be another dead boy on the front page
Enter the cipher... withcha lighter
El's are ready, prepare to run another all nighter
But keep watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess they hold a grudge cuz i won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hand's cuffed
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah
Now i'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it cuz i'm brown or is it niggaz i'm from bucktown?

[hook]
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (x8)

(tek)
Got five mc's that wanna come test we
Got ya noses hangin' ovea da trees
Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive
Kill your body boy and take your lover for hostage
Knock knock, maybe not the fourshots empty
On the violator that was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black
But still i'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet jack
Bucktown, i represent it on the love love
Deeply rooted from my timbs to by dick above
Don't sweat the buldge comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when i let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Heltah skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
Here come the rude boys with the ganja plants
Smif-n-wesson and i roll with the boot camp

[hook]
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (7x)
Home of the originoo...
Home of the originoo...
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz!

(tek)
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets
Test da wrong dread, now i'm in eternal sleep
Mr. ripper i lurk in da stuy
Twist da ganja 'cause i want ta get high
With my breaddren, a boodah session
Learn ya lesson
Or get blasted by mr. smif or mr. wessun

(steele)
Bucktown's everywhere i swear
It's clear to me
You feel the weed, now i really see
Night falls around the way
Originoo heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day
It's just a regular, everyday state of being i
Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time
I find reality follows me where i roam
360 degrees back home in...

[hook]
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (8x)

[where brooklyn at?] repeated

Tek:
You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
And who ya gonna call when i break your glass chin?
Mista rippa, slicker than your sista.
Turn down the lights, she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get away so i can do more crime.
See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,
Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.
My timbs ease tension by stompin' next when i'm vexed,
Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.

Chorus one: 4x
[i am what i am] / and i do what i do
[puff mad lye] / catch wreck with my crew

Steele:
[sent to represent the real heads,
The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.
I walk the fence of stress and tension,
Hit the benz then hit the spliff with my friends
And catch mad wreck with my man tek] i am what i am
[that's why my fans show respect when i slam sets.
I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,
Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
And all boot camp generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step
And you'll regret when my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham when i hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when i'm gamblin.
Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,
Chill, i'll be back, right now i'm out to smoke the next sack.]

Chorus two: 2x
Puff mad lye / [catch wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [catch wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [catch wreck with my crew]
I am what i am / [and i do what i do]

Tek: it's goin' down. [steele: the deal has been set and it's ready]
Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.
[ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.]
Tresspassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.
[here batty booooyyyy] one move and you're dead.
[got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head]
Your operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and
East river sinkin'.
Got my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.
[kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe]
Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.
[i'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me]
But i chose to disregard fuzz [smoke buzz]
And lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, cuz
[i am, what i am, and i do what i do]
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.

Chorus one: 4x
Chorus two: 2x

Smif-n-wessun and we out like that...
(okay, we ready to rock...)

Verse one:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/
The shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/
2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/
Fake the funk/i put the junk to an end/
Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/
I find his family/and i.d. em in da morgue/
I bet you never thought i bust led/
To prize/i'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/

You cant tess the champion sound/you gettin bucked down/
Recognize the boot camp click/in a de bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
From the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and i wetcha/
Keep the bull/before i pull this here trigga/
Cause you don't wanna tess me/when i'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call mcgirt/got his feelings hurt/
Showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
Now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
Led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
See/lick off a shot you no dick rida/
Lick a shot punani/not gun fire/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
All around new york niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/
In the docks when the gun starts buckin/
But in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/

Chorus
Don't...don't....don't you ever mention bout you wan
Tess the champion sound/
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa
Leave!

Verse two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
The motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
Original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
Thats when i practised/your act if/you wan get blasted
By my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/
In the pine box/murderah...botty bwoy killa/golden power filla/
We bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
Cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/ease off sean/
Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/
To load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/
Warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/
Mr. ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/
My man wit the weed/is my man in deed/
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/

Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/
You neva know/that when it comes to championship/
Is we dat have de management/
And carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew
Leave!

Verse three:

Laud!/some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/
As i retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Target pon sight/trick up and cock/
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/
Here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
More untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/
So/emcees get lifted when i'm spliffted/
Nigga guard ya grill/cause louisville packs the biscut/
In the session/smif n wessun/o-g's see/gun clapper number 1/
Wit my nigga d-o-g....

We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's black moon reveal
This/
We come to let you know/what the deal is/
Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/
May you return where the dust is..

There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/
And gwan like a clown/but i'm tellin you..clean up your act/
And come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
Evenin/now everthing changed...

I walk around town with the pound strapped down,
That's only because it's mad real in bucktown.
It gets mad deep in the streets,
When you gotta watch ya back for beasts,enemies even ya peeps.
I step to my business stand strong on my own two,
Do what i have have to do to get true.
If you for real then you know the deal,
I do or die and i never ran never will.

Verse 1
Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,
Niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.
Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,
Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die!
Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,
Get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.
See, let me explain this ain't no game,
The words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.
You understand where i'm coming from slim,
Bucktown's the state of mind that i'm trapped in.
If you want to see me have some sensei,
Keep your actions real everything will be ire.
Wicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot,
Cause the roots silly around my way to get hot.
Had to relocate, update with my inner,
Feel and destroy when i step in the center.
A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,
Boot camp click no doubt that's right.
Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,
From throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.
Mr. ripper i got lyrics out the tims,
Hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.
Now you call yourself a man, i cram to understand,
Never step into ya business less ya got a clan.

<chorus>

When i come around the block,
I give mad love to the heads that i know,
While the heads that i don't know watch.
As i step to my business they witness me,
Consistently building with my family.
Jealously makes them enemies,
So when i'm nice step correctly and my ????
Individuals who chose to use life for granted,
What cha' gon when it's demanded.
When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,
Of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.
I hope ya niggas get right this time,
Cause in this life of mine i'm going out for crime.
And i believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,
Some do have tricks up them sleeves(but we).
Crack down on the wack found background bucktown
Get down if your with then now.
Cause what's happening theres a whole lot of flappin',
But watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in.
Boot camp organizing in the streets,
In the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep.
Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,
Or a glock to your frame.
Basic training boot camp don't let shit slide,
So we be ready for what be on the brick side.

<chrous>

Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!

[steele]
Before i lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the calisthenics do a nigga justice
They fake cause im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front shit
Even though some i used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say

[tek]
I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas heltah skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-n-wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the black moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: repeat 2x

[rock] won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
[steele] wontime
[rock] won rhyme for the heads doin time
[steele] wontime
[rock] won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
[steele] wontime
[rock] wontime for ya muthafuckin mind

[steele]
Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
Keep an open eye cause now i sleep with the enemy
(watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear

[tek]
Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my p.o.
Cause i knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the d-lo
Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
Cause i ain't goin home ta never worry
Another straight up "no" comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til i'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

Chorus

[steele]
Well i was taught two wrongs dont make a right
But me and ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up

[tek]
Word life my semi-automatic
And static smokin lyes more than a habit
And our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

[steele]
Get out my way nigga, i'm comin through deep
And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
I roll with the ripper and the ripper rolls with me
And my brethren d to the o-g

[tek]
See we be hittin up boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then i'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As i hit you one time for ya fuckin mind

Chorus

[tek] (steele)
Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough
Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow
Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home
Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk
(aiyo ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition
There's money to bait and i'm in the mood to go fishing)
Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass
My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash
(do what you gotta do, cuz i'm on my way in the car
Cuz when i get there, yo we outie like tamar) right right easy
(now i'm off to the south to get more info on this dough i heard about
Gotta make sure everything secure
Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
The man's out heavy today
I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)
Damn, i'm ready, high noon, the man's out
Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals
Proper attire for all criminals
Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th
If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff
Who dem man there gon rap on my door
Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (yo it's me)
Who that (st, what up) aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety
(aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets
Twist up some trees before we jet)
True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee
Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
(but no less about to starved into free men
So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)
Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1
The dred around the corner, just try to blast ruck and dunn
(i knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid
Forget about the dough, let's do it
I see you already strapped pa, so i'll meet you
Outside, cuz my gats back in the car
How far must one go
Before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)

(talking)

[tek] (steele)
And a dead boy, and i don't even know
(aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)
What you say fly?
(thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone
I'll tell you all about it on the way home)
Whatever, i'mma send this nigga to his essence
Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson
And you know he ain't yardy right
Some boy gon get dead tonight
As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis
Niggas bout to get scandalous

(arguing and gunshots)

[steele]
Gotta be gon the double, i think i seen them all tumble
But on the left there's trouble
Undercover had to spill staked out
Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out
The 4/5th as i shift and drive
Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive

[tek]
Son why you stallin? hop on the ballin
Get us outta here before we be the next fallin
Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs
Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love
Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce
Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce

(talking)

[steele]
Who could believe them beats left us alone
And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home
And not only that kid, check
How money that we just did, was that connect
For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash
That ain't that some shit for ya ass

[tek]
Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway
But that shit wit the pigs co-made my day
Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast
Even watched out for the ones so called the beast
But anyway, you know we high right now
Doin it like this, the original crook style