Cession at da Doghillee

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruck] I flow fluidly. Who I be? That be none of your Beeswax. Ease back 'fore I squeeze gats. We don't need That, do we, do we? Rap-style groupie A Dog like Tim—that's why you're scared to "Step to Me." Do we Have to result in fisticuffs? See, I get Swift with my stuff—that's when the Ruck erupts So think not of what I am and what I do Just recognize: when I'm on the mic, I rule [Verse 2: Starang Wondah] How many corny emcee gon' try? Fifty emcee, forty of 'em done die Run with Heltah Skeltah through the realms of the dark If a nigga rift, then I'ma let the four-four bark Everybody knows, when my knotty head grows, I turn Into a lethal weapon and start stepping on toes I waste no time when I move mine Grab my Glock and then I clear the block like I was PO-9 [Hook: Buckshot] Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight? Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik In the night, who roll tight? [Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah] Wack emcees have best to beware that I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear I break your whole fucking crew in half Feel the wrath as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass. One Time for your mind, hit that ass colorblind Signed on the dotted line is how I live my lifetime Reality hit me at some degrees, now my Eyes bleed (Why?) because I just smoked a bag of weed [Verse 4: Rock] Bringing forth Heltah Skeltah be the big Rock, God help ya I beats more ass than mom dukes' leather belt, I gets Open like doors when I be trooping, trademark Be booting, baggy pants drooping, hooping and Hollering. Nigga, shut your mug 'cause I might have you Swallowing a whole bunch of slugs 'cause I'm bugged in my Dome piece, roam in the streets with my chrome, I'ma Blast it, my Camp's magic, I get that ass quick [Verse 5: Tek] 'Nough men a die, 'nough men a come try To test the warrior 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, the Clappaz, Smif-N-Wessun Coming through, stomping out all you wack rappers with The crazy dread. The mad boy head's fed of corny Shit that's said, so now you bleed like your man bled We're getting twisted as our Timbs cover pavement Flowing state-to-state, picking up the next payment Your thoughts smell. Violators to the left, four Slugs hit 'em chest, no more, no less So think about it, abort your mission—it's impossible Or be a vegetable, laying bent up in the hospital You silly wabbit, tricks are for kids—don't you know that? Fuck with my Boot Camp and get your wig pushed back [Hook: Buckshot] Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Industry we break down [Verse 6: Top Dog] I be that Rude boy, bad boy, coming from the 'Ville Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me The T-O-P D-O-G Or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G Some of y'all niggas be trying to pull the trigger But I figure I could bust that ass just a little quicker Time to catch wreck, get back to the set Where all generals, them call "Timb Chek" [Verse 7: Steele] All up in your motherfucking grill, I be Steele, coming Through with my wrecking crew, so I reckon you keep it real If not, I'm blowing spots on whoever be showing Glocks And whatnots, walking around, faking mad rocks The only Rock I know is B.I.G. breaking up N-I-double G-As with that nigga R-U-C-K Better be ready to be jetty if you're petty 'cause if It wasn't already said, we're dangerous and deadly You better recognize or recollect. I wreck a set With a Tek, and we ain't asking, we blasting Now, from this, you may think that Steele is trife I earn my stripes 'cause I deal with the real in life And I reveal my knife to cut you loose. I'm not Ruthless, but you'll get the boots if you useless 'Cause, time upon time, I find If you remain blind, you get left behind But we see very clearly So step up to the front 'cause this is where we Represent on the lovely for you And give praise due to the Father above me 'Cause we ain't here to attack all, but we'll Take the backs off the wack rappers that jack off That's all, that's it, strictly the bumpin' shit Niggas don't even know what they fuckin' with [Hook: Buckshot] Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight? Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight? Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you Fuck with my Bucktown group And in the night, night, who rolls tight? Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp? Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik Industry we break down