Bucktown

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I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side

No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some

Around here heads don't act their age

Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page

Enter the cipher, with ya lighter

El's are ready prepare to run another all-nighter

But keep watch for the Cops 'cause they rock glocks

Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots

Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggas from da streets

'Cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats

I guess they hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge

Playin' tough, starin' down da Judge with my hands cuffed

Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah

Now I'm up outta here

Pigs look me up and down with a frown

Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown?

Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers!

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Got five MC's that want to come test we

Got ya nooses hangin' over da trees

Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive

Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage.

Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty

On the violator that was sent out to get me

I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black

But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack

Bucktown, I represent it on the love love

Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above

Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip

Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click

Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark

Helter Skelter smirks while you're gettin torn apart

Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants

Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp

Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers!

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Home of da original,

Home of da original,

Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers!

Another murderer, just another prankster

Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta

Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets

Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep

Mr. Ripper I lurk in da sky

Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high

With my brethren, a buddha session

Learn ya lesson

Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

Bucktown's everywhere I swear

It's clear to me

You feel the weed, now I really see

Night falls around the way

Original heads come out to play

Puff herb, break day

It's just a regular, everyday state of being I

Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time

I find reality follows me where I roam

360 degrees back home in

Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers!

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