[Verse 1-Tek] 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 cock blocker I'm a nigga double-darer, nigga, 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 nigga 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 Niggas 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] Niggas ain't ready for the shit 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] Niggas 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 fuckin' 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' bitch 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' shit I done did years ago So all y'all suck my dick in stereo [Chorus] [Verse 5-Louieville Sluggah] You'se a bullshitter, 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 niggas finish beatin' her You'se a Jackass, your new name is Steve-O Ray, Ray, Ray, niggas don't believe you I take care of niggas I fuck wit But you on the other hand, Uncle Tom ass nigga 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' shit, or put back on the strip [Chorus] [Outro-Buckshot] Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not