And So (Boot Camp Clik)

It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit I do what I do like I do for the hood Pop tools pop jewels burn backwoods Slay dj's who think they untouchable Renegade never been afraid MC's get it too The moral of the story is this I used to say get off but this time Suck my dick! I'm from BK home of Big and Aaliyah Watch how the pound of the four-fifth leave ya I guess I'm back where I started Open up for Buckshot and just rappin retarded I hate the life that I'm livin I need it Don't believe me ask my wife and my children See I'm back on the street packin the heat Royalty checks equal to crack in the street Niggaz like f**k crack Ruck rap to the beat I'm aight I'll be back week listen From day one I had bad start To eat moms stole meat out the path mart I ain't playin I went from the prey to the street To blazin heat to blazin heat to haze in street Did a couple of months and came home Thought about what I did Did the same shit I ain't come back home Niggaz like "why you done that homes?" "I don't know,(shit..f**k)..I don't know" The saga continues the motherf**kin drama continues Buck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main topic Whats up with boot camp clik son? They ain't knockin they ain't hot in Ain't droppin the now topics But listen nigga this is how I pop shit I don't mean Moet corks when the poet talks Every line leave ya blind when the mind get lost Rhymes are enforced with action Cause everybody looking like Is they slackin, are they back in what's crackin? Nigga I'm hip hop like the backspinnen Never change the fact that I did back then Way before this all began Back when I wasn't rappin I was scrappin for ends Stop crime started rhymin Knapsack and my tims Chart climbin yall kind can get a ghat to ya ribs There's a thin between what I rep and I live When you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit Plastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig I, make it so you won't get back to ya crib Break ya wrist, never scratch you never wreck it again Take a risk never steal from Steele and Tek again Take the fifth, cock the hammer let it rest on ya chin My dudes destine to win Fuck ya thoughts Wanna brawl dog my team the sports And so ya thinking I'm "The One" like Jet Li Test me Steele will leave you resting I can't take this Blood boiling pressure rising Open my eye's an we narrowed down to 7 guys And so you ask about the god DO I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch You think not I'm respected and feared around here And so I must prepared around here You know everything that glitters ain't gold You ho getting pimped by niggaz you don't know That's whoa, watch out for cars that move slow Windows low I was taught by the best to do the one And gain control of this game And be sold not told And So I'ma rep for B-O-O-T C-A-M-P Cause I'm Top D-O-G number 3 You know from the O.G.C. That blow trees f**kin with them Cocoa B's We OD's f**kin with them Cocoa B's Fuck everything you been told Shit like Buck ain't never went gold He never have a platinum hit He on that underground backpack rappin shit If you for real than you know the deal I do or I die and I never ran never will And Sooo you still peepin my words Words that get niggaz locked up in 73rd You forgot who we are? Have you lost all your respect for my