| Lyrics: | [Ruck]
I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee's wax
Ease back, fo' I squeeze
that
We don't need that, do we, do we?
Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin, that's why you
scared to step to me
Do we, have to result in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, that's
when the Ruck erupts
So think not, of what I am, and what I do
Just recognize in the murder
mic, I rule
[Starang Wondah]
How many corny MC gon' try?
Fifty mc, forty of dem
done die
Run wit Heltah Skeltah, through the realms of the dark
If a nigga rift, then I'mma
let the 4-4 bark
Everybody knows, where my notty head grows
I turn into a lethal weapon, and
start steppin on toes
I, waste no time, when I move mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the
stuff, like I was code nine
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot
Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and
Fuck wit my Bucktown group
And in the night,
the night, who roll the tight
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin the
preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll
tight
[Louieville Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have best to beware
That I fears no fears,
and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the
Gunn Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind
Signed on the
dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some degrees
Now my eyes bleed
(why?) Because I just smoked a bag of weed
[Rock]
Bringin forth Heltah Skeltah, be the
big Rock, God help ya
I beat more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like doors
when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin |
