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Текст (слова) песни: Boot Camp Clik f Illa Noyz - The Chosen Few

It`s going down baby!
Bucktown, Duckdown baby [whispering]
My B.C.C., Cocoa B`z, Top Dog [Sean Price]
Starang where you at? B.D.I. Eye we got to this
people, Don [Louieville]
Niggas had it up 2 here [Louieville]
A nigga had it up to here [Louieville]
I`m tired of fallen` [Louieville]
Slugs fallen` all day [Steele]
Feelin` this, feelin` this [Steele]

[Steele]
I`m in the ride right
Getting high right
When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right
Aight money started acting fly
Like I ain`t shit he the one that should be in the lime light
Saying he rhyme tight
Coming all out his face
Saying that he`s better than any rapper that out right
I`m like look I care if you were dumb like
Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics
I can care less who look like
Or who you rhyme like
Let me show what a real MC sounds like

[Buckshot]
I pulled up to the red light
Somebody was parked on my right
I heard them like K
Ain`t you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever?
What`s up with you now nigga
As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it
Make you a million boy if you fuck with
Trust me dog my flow is grimy
Soon as spit you dog you`ll be the first to sign me
Listen your flow is aight though
Really wasn`t tight though
You`re kind of loose with aight bite flows
Got me like WHOA!
Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow
Spittin` but you bullshit me yo
I can`t hear your ill sub-libs
You ain`t gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims
But you will respect the 4th Star
Or I`m spit 4 at your sports car
When you spit bar listen par
You better respect or I`m a have the check
Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm
Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was
Now move up

[Tek]
I had it up to here with y`all weak ass rappers
DJ`s CEOs I want y`all to know
I had it up to here with y`all hundred grand producers
Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs
I had it up to here with y`all P.D.R`s
Racist cops cheeba holders don`t me start
I had it up to here with y`all wannabe stars
Trying to be who you ain`t just be who you are, Man

Who you think your talking be
Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me
Won`t play cause I won`t pay what you think I`m a bitch
Never tell who shot you what think I`m a snitch
But I will the order for them to smack you up
Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up
Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me
We had it up to here

[Starang Wondah]
Ayo, I was a broke working nigga
This rap got me money
I had bitches; my good looks kept the honies
But in the game niggas with real money
They steal from me, when you mention my name
I changed the real money
In the game after a few years
I`m still hungry, put the band back together
Its bout get real ugly yo
I crush plenty guys, I had plenty wives
I`m on old school tapes I`m only twenty-five
Niggas would doubt me, bitches talk about me
They both wouldn`t be shit without me
Starang One

[Top Dog]
Yes, Yes Y`all
Y`all know niggas ready to brawl y`all
Hit the floor y`all
The 4-pound leaving all y`all wasted
The gun powder can you taste it
The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitch
Can you feel me?
These bitch niggas trying to kill

 

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