Yeah

It's the chalk cracker, street rapper, x-factor

Smokey Lah, your girl ass slapper

Trap rider, nipple biter, spits fire

The coptic hitman for hire

The rate proper, pound copper, dime chopper

Don't get it twisted, you'se a **** blocker

I'm a ***** double-darer, *****, I double dare ya

To act like you want it, touch this boy's a ton wearer

Me the semi popper, SL shot ya

Tell mo' deep call the copper

'Cause you wanna flip mo', Bucktown sicko

Ask my ***** Kicko 'bout Miami strip shows

Real deal, PNC Steele

True warrior, I'm not Holyfield

In the words of Marvin Gaye, "What's Going On?"

Black mask, black glove, B-I-G love

[Verse 2-Buckshot]

Yeah, that's how I like it

High with a hangover, me and my mic get

Might just take a little day off to lay off

*****s like you that don't pay off, you fake boss

This ain't a rap, this reality

You sad to see I set up a salary, you mad at me?

Well, Duck Down is the home

Where we put it down for two-thousand and on

And anybody gettin' gully is us

So anybody gettin' money is us, the rest is up

Not really worth the mentionin'

When the last time you heard a rapper with a pension?

And mention him, B-U-C-K

Look on my grill, duke, do you see play?

Nah, I come fully equipped

One rubber, one key to burn rubber, one rubber grip

[Chorus: Tek] + (Buckshot)

Is Boot Camp the best to do it? (Yeah)

Tell me, do you love our music? (Say Yeah)

Can I talk to you for a minute? (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Allow my mans to get off in it (You say Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Allow my mans to get off in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Is Boot Camp the best to do it?

Tell me, do you love our music?

[Verse 3-Steele]

*****s ain't ready for the **** we got

The Clik we got, the heat we bust, the beats we rock

The street not Pop, but don't think a T won't pop

A team that I've got got a mean pump shot

Sleep not, me no speak to cops

But not nothin', not one dime drop

Stop snitchin', clock digits, clock chicken

Block sizzlin', cops sniffin', pop biscuits, leave not one witness

[Verse 4-Rock]

*****s be shakin' like pits when they lock on, I rock on

Calm, in these streets or in jail, gettin' my high rocks on

Even though I rock with the red, gettin' my pop on

I'm a D-E-C-E-P-T-Icon

You mutha ****in' right, Pa, I fight hard and I like crons

It ain't my fault I don't like y'all [Word], stop actin' like broads

Fold yo' ***** ass up, you a tripod

We don't need no cameras for this version of "Die Hard"

Oh my God! Oh my goodness, no, say "Oh my Rockness"

I'm a God to y'all, Rock, damn it, all of y'all my kids

All of y'all doin' **** I done did years ago

So all y'all suck my **** in stereo

[Chorus]

[Verse 5-Louieville Sluggah]

You'se a bull****ter, I'm a big-dream go-getter

Then I go get her, let the whole crew hit her

Then I send her back room to ya

Where you kissin' her and eatin' her, and *****s finish beatin' her

You'se a Jackass, your new name is Steve-O

Ray, Ray, Ray, *****s don't believe you

I take care of *****s I **** wit

But you on the other hand, Uncle Tom ass *****

Callin' me a brother man, damn

You would've had me if I ain't know no better, man

Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear

In one ear and right out the other

You can't fool me, a G schooled me

Man listen, my life is somethin' like a movie

And you just a mouse tryin' to get a crumb, get him some

But you ain't gettin' ****, or put back on the strip

[Chorus]

[Outro-Buckshot]

Headz Ain't Redee for the **** we got

Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not

Headz Ain't Redee for the **** we got

Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not

Headz Ain't Redee for the **** we got

Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not

Headz Ain't Redee for the **** we got

Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not