Boston to Bucktown

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Edo G] You ain't buzzing, cousin Ten out of twelve is a dime a dozen There's nothing we discussing It's hate like Czechian and Russian The beat's heat, got Pete on production His percussion, Special Teamz introduction The path is laid, you're rolled under construction Can't feel what we touching Duck down, Boston to Bucktown [Verse 2: Jaysaun] One flash of the rats who are gon' catch it Put my life on the line, who want match it? Duck down, so classic, you maggots When you see it on the racks, you can't pass it, you snatch it Gangster rappers don't package a AK Just a whole lot of mouth flip-flapping and yapping We don't make threats we can't make happen In a jet-black Benz with a MAC-10 for action [Verse 3: Slaine] I was scared and paranoid, thinking of tapping my phone I went berserk, I'm in it homie, now I'm back in my zone But still my eyes red, bugging and bloodshot Irish irises, a mirror image of street corners and drug spots Still phenomenal, I will spill the illest chronicles On pages, rashing with the rational rages My passion, it weighs, plays on international stages The swagger's ill, the sound's still classic and ageless [Verse 4: Buckshot] This is Buckshot, the dot com don Heat in my palm, six minutes and uh-uh I'm on My way to the top, the rise like smoke No, not broke, nigga, my rise no joke I just ride the subway and hide the stuff, 'cause hey I love it when I see my niggas who thugging and praised Giving props to beady eyes, see me fly in the billboard over Popeye's Like yeah, papa [Verse 5: Sean Price] Black people unite, let's all get down 'Fore I slap people tonight with the long train pound I got a ratchet, sleep with my gun, full metal jacket On some bullshit since James Brown made Static Sick in the head with the bomb bitch in the bed Hit it raw, what for? Shit, I'm sick in the head Sean Price on the phone while I buzz to Beantown A dollar and a dream, come holler the team now P!