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V60 #1 - Duck Down | Boot Camp Clik | Black Moon | Heltah Skeltah | OGC - 1 Hour Vinyl Compilation
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Oh yeah
See that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Boot Camp Clik
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Dem nah redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Dem nah redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Dem nah redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Nowadays I had it up to here
From my chest to my head
When the Buddha bless
Bless my head then the eyes are red
Comin' for ya
3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little figure
Or the floor ya
Headz ain't redee grab the Original Gunz and machetes
I Pen that **** to the grass like I was Teddy
'Cause brothas ain't redee for the fros and the dreads
Hit you with the Glock from ya toes to ya head
There's a X amount of yard weed
Yo that's the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get irie why we
Smoke so much brothas be askin'
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin'
Headz ain't redee for what my clique got in store
'Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown
Hoes get thrown out the room
Plus napkins for nitwits that ride these from now 'til noon
Now assume, position, punks pissin' their pants
'Cause lyrical skills is makin' you feel
Still, if in case you didn't know how we be livin'
It's in, my nature to keep Robin like Givens
For real though, bring your steel bro'
Kill or be killed Joe you don't know
So that leaves ya screwed like a dildo
I still blow, punks like crust into dust
Plus we gotcha bucked (Who them warriors?)
Rock and Ruck, and what?
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (They ain't redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Who can't run things)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
What's that aroma in the air? Treason
So what that means son?
Son that mean it's huntin' season
Time to stack pape's do you got what it takes
Can you react when your life's at stake?
I rock the stripes of an MP
Pon my Timb tree
And keep a watch for my enemies
Whenever he come in the midst of the Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice
Thirty-two degrees freeze until
These MCs decide to relieve you of grievin'
On my way from out of state
I hit my block F-A-P
With my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man Brown Nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nothin' to me
But I stay wit' my Timberland tree
And my B-double-O-T-C
Rock, the party, keep my hair natty
Did you notice me flowin' with potency
Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee
Rock fluently
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Headz ain't redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Nah)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Mr. McGee don't get me angry (Why?)
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me
Rearrange the, way I be kickin', my flavor
Even my neighbors
Notice a change in the Ruck-est behavior
Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this
What I be smokin' leave your monkey chokin'
Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley
You hardly ever saw me without a bag of that bomb weed
I wake up in the mornin' and chocolate's what starts it
Reachin' in my pocket for the roach to spark it
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
Wit' my bredrin Dry-Tear
And my cousin wit' no fear
So who, wanna come test the Top Dawg
They dig you out the ditch
And then they take you to the morgue
Kill the laws, pay the cost
Who's the boss?
The generals pass laws that we GCs enforce
So you get stamped quick
By the Boot Camp Clik
When you fake MCs come with the same old skits
Wanna be hardcore but don't know what it is
We get paid in the streets or they really get biz
Here's Misdemeanor, the crook wit the mouth full
Known for bein' loud and rockin' those flavor Timbos
It's half past Lincoln, clothes dead and stinkin'
Country boy got me just zonin' and thinkin'
Time to start stackin' on you crab **** snakes
I gotta move right, 'cause my rep's at stake
Call up my dogs that's quick to bust
Partners in Crime take it back to the dust
Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back
Plus my own two make it a full six-pack
Now we bring the ruckus to wannabe suckas
Bodyin' knuckas like I change up my chuckas
Don't you know the W-A-R (War)
Is O-N (On) Open to them heads scopin'
Hopin' they can get a bite
And write what I write
But they don't know the night
Keeps me and my Clik airtight (Right)
All y'all biters wanna chunk the script
But you're quick to take a flick
By my side as you take my hand
Givin' the fake smile
But I peeped you for awhile
Ease out selector when the B.D. Pulled your file
Can I pull your card again, the Buck's guardian's
Is the arm-a-leg-leg-armorhead
So begin to drop the bombs so I can drop you idiots
You asked for it, who want beef well here's war
For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's
Kid this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet
Many pop junk but front when dem see me
Dem not redee
Headz ain't redee for the Clik we got (Dem not redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not (Nah)
Heady Ain't redee for the Clik we got (We really redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not (Nah)
Headz ain't redee, for the Clik we got
(You ain't really redee)
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not
Headz ain't redee, for the Clik we got
Headz ain't redee man I swear they not (Nah)
Headz ain't redee for the Clik (You not redee)
Headz ain't redee for the Clik
Headz ain't redee for the Clik
Boot Camp Clik up in the house like this
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah, Smif-n-Wessun
Black Moon bussin' your heads with the bumble lead
Headz ain't redee for this Clik we got
So headz ain't redee for the Clik we got
Written by: Kenyatta S. Blake, James Brown, Jahmal Bush, Jack K. Mac Nair, Barrett James Powell, Sean Du Val Price, John Starks, Steele, Fred A. Wesley Jr, Tekomin B. Williams
