| Lyrics: | 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.
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.-aca |
