BK All Day - Boot Camp Clik

Living legends in the game, niggas been fly

Think back, when we first entered the stage

Let that Brook-nam rhythm and rage out the cage, nigga

How Many MC’s screaming U Da Man

Buck 'em Down with that Black Smif-N-Wesson in my hand

Champion hood fatigues, all black chuckers

Where the soldiers walk tight than a million muthafuckas

I don’t give a fuck, I’ve been jumped a hundred times

Stabbed alot of niggas, committed a hundred crimes

Bitch, I ain’t buying that, give you a raincheck

Gladly pay you Tuesday for seriously brain that

Sound Bwoy Bureill, chi-chi man funeral

Headz Ain’t Redee ain’t ready to shoot, niggas salute

The elite generals of the street and gun play

Ruste Juxx, Boot Camp, BK all day

The streets are hard knocks, where police swarm blocks

Where every other soldier keep they firing arm cocked

Gorillas on that grind, it’s a Brooklyn state of mind

Make money, take money, a famous motto of mine

When you find the hardest nigga, tucking in they shine

They know the rules’ll get 'em, if you blink one time

So it shouldn’t be a mystery, the man that gangsta history

The general, the fever, blaze ya out another victory

All you niggas running ya mouth, and don’t mean shit to me

Leaving your body numb like Pepsi Twist mixed with the Hennessey

Got a shell for every single one of my enemies

Brooklyn pumping blood through my heart, to the death of me

This is the original Bucktown bullies

From the same block where they bust shots at police

Like, blow, everywhere I look

Somebody shook when they lost in the city of Brook'

And umm, ya’ll know every block is danger

If you not on point, somebody came up

Fuck the stranger, beware of your neighbor

Cuz when he broke, that’s when he change up to bring the banger

Finger on the trigger, as we look closely

At the car when he ride slow, cuz we don’t really know pa

Ya’ll know how we do around here

Who we screw around here, if we new around here

You hear my gun ball go in, shotgun toting

Heavy pitch blowing, nigga back the fuck up

Who you know fucking with the U.G.P

Underground prince of hood H.O.P

I’m a world wide hustler, Brooklyn gangsta

When the east is in the house, «OH MY GOD» danger

Did too much dirt to wipe my hands clean

And I love new money, so fresh and green

See the borough I’m from, we be on that bullshit

Fuck ya baby mama, hit you up quick

We play with whole bricks, nigga, get that weight

Respect my grind, 718, the great

Use caution when you crossing that Brooklyn Bridge

Don’t get caught up out here with them Crooklyn kids

Real gritty, that’s just how we live

Fitted '59 fitties over Scarface grills

Bedstuy, to the East, to the 'Ville

We get hype when we eat, give you fights for the thrills

We in the house, in the place getting field

Fights live through the breakout, the chain, get peeled

Girlfriends bang out with airbrushed nailis

Snatch your bitch weave right out

You from the projects, your man ain’t real

Getting house forced objects, it’s like that?

Yeah

Fuck your gun talk, play 'No Doubt', you 'Gwen' 'don't speak'

You ain’t shooting nothing but air, you Nintendo Wii

Fuck the industry and fuck being in those streets

I’m from the low down, you can’t even go in those peeps

It’s an animal hunt, think I damage your hunt, your man in the front

Get snap shot without a camera, son

The animal’s hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest

Well, not to the rats and the bird niggas

Fuck them, they can’t stop you from getting your food ate, they just

Make it hard to eat like toothaches

Pause, difficult to eat like toothaches

I be having myself and I like shoelace