Buckshot - Cession at Da Doghillee 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 when im on the 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 n***a 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 PO-9 [Hook: Buckshot] Why you wanna f** wit my Boot Camp? Boot Camp, survivin the preview and f** wit my Bucktown group And in the night, the night, who roll the tight Why you wanna f** 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 break ya whole f**in crew in half Feel the wrath, as the gun cappaz clap that a** Wontime, for ya mind, hit that a** 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 a**, than Mom dukes leather belt I gets open like doors when I be droopin Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin Hoopin and hollerin, n***a shut ya mug Cuz I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs Cuz I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that a** quick [Tek] Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try To test the worrior, 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 da Clappaz Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed Of corny sh** that said, so now you bleed like your man bled We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover pavement Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less So think about it, abort your mission, it's impossible Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital You silly wabbit, tricks are for kids, don't you know that? f** wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back [Hook: Buckshot] Why you wanna f** wit my Boot Camp? Boot Camp, survivin the preview and Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik In the night, who roll tight [Top Dog Big Kahuna] I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get k**ed by me The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my n***a Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G Some of ya n***as be tryin to pull the trigga But I figure, I could bust that a** just a little quicker Time to catch Wreck, and back to the set Where all them rules, them co*k in check [Steele] All up in ya muthaf**in grill, I be Steele Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin Glocks And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks The only Rock I know is B.I.G., breakin' up N-I-double G-A'z wit' that n***a R-U-C-K Better be ready to be jetty if you petty Cuz if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and deadly You better recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a Tek, and we ain't askin, we blastin Now from this you might think the Steele is trife I earn my stripes, cuz I deal wit the real in life And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose I'm not ruthless, but you 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 get praise due to the father above me Cuz we ain't here to attack, or, when we take the backs off The wack rappers that jack off That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin sh** n***as don't even know what they f**in wit [Hook to end]