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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 headz don’t act their age
Ya might be another dead boy on the front page
Enter the cipher... withcha lighter
El’s are ready, prepare to run another all nighter
But keep watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks
Comin’ on the block tryin’ to rock knots

[Billy Danze]
Bucktown USA is the place were I rest (That's right)
Were thoro thugs catch a slugs through the chest
And any day just may be the end
See the grim reaper be creeping these streets attempts
(Yo were the diamond and the gems) get up in'em Tek
Keep cowards in check earn this respect
I told you who I rep

[Tek]
Sitting on the toilet, shitting, puffing the dough
Strobe light effect, everything's moving slow
Slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home
Stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone

[Steele]
A-yo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition

When the booms bye close (yo we got to keep it movin')
When your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to keep it movin')
When the spilly get hot (straight up, we got to keep it movin')
When shit just don't stop (yo, son, yo we just got to keep it movin')

Whose that knockin at my door?
Hope it's a friend of me, 'cause we at war wit the enemy
We keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher

[Tek]
Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this
We doin' it like this
On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'
Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit

[Tek]
Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot

[Verse One: Tek]

You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win
And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?
Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista
Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split
Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip