Wild Cowboys In Bucktown Lyrics

Yes, who's that? Boo-ya who's that in the place to be

Sadat X reppin' with the O.G.C., gun clappaz

For my peoples throughout the PJ's got my man

Black reppin' from back in the day

X files and you know the storm

Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned

Dru Ha where you at? Yeah yeah

O.G. where you at?

Now who's the bearer of bad news on crews

When I drop the jewels on fools they say, "Who?"

Give me my props before I quickly pass the Tek to Steele

Niggas want record deals without even having skills

Yo it's ill, how headz still ain't ready

Down with the Fab 5 without the Freddy

But deadly perfect ready to wreck any

Boot camps the best host from east to west coast

Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats

Like this, like that, I'm tired of all y'all crab ass rappers

Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz

Use to be on ocean by the street empire

See my man Buckshot on Bushwick day back in 9th

On the uptown blocks of Harlem is where you'll find me

Louievill Slug the piece with the Top Dawg

Strangle that ass raise the Ruck down the block or

Leflaur Leflah if you prefer

Straight Boot camp cowboys in Duck down

Soldiers heads creep while y'all bop to the boogie

Sound boy come uptown to mic check

Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night

Remenis me and Starange Lemonhead takin' dope

'Cause I was broke and they heads was wet

Now Islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks

Ay yo, dun, dun hold me down on the run

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me, cowboy status

So much unfairness in this game it's making me hear unclear

But making me more aware for when y'all niggas come here

The bottles on and you a gun fool for years

Uncle [Incomprehensible] is bringin' you brand new face

O.G.C. blowin' the spot with Sadat

King of the wild places, better know where you at

With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin'

In the BK Lin stands the Boot camp base

On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face

To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five

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Niggas from Uptown and Brooklyn original gun triggers

Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear

They always say it's calm before the big storm

Runnin' rampade through crews it's thee Originoo Gunn Clapp 2

L O U I E here to bet you, no haps dude

Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash

Upon you wack math no mass but too bad for you

Three two one nigga never knew ya

Straight from death, dug out Ville Sluggah

Ha I crack ass to make crews look like, "Who's that"

Fantastic like Boombastic Sluggah let you have it

This Brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets

But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how I manage

Huh, me no need and streets who carry sweeper

Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me

So who' that with crew phat just like Menate

Large when I uncharge at all the places that I been at

Now I take 10 at a time when I rhyme

Big up East 105th with mad black and dime

I'm the eight black smoker gert neck choker

Mack by the crotch make police watch me like Oprah

Here we come flee three guns on the run

Brothers best to make way or you'll get done up by the Louie

To thee wack cats I screw he

Ask if them niggas ain't up upon their juices

Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high

He game me some advice, said I was sure to share

So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome

'Cause when your pops come home he be

Lookin' for more then a bust, in God we trust

He must of been talkin' about us

It's the Great X I send off to Endor

On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right

With my man Sean Bliggity, this beat right here is meant to be

The Brooklyn Uptown united I tore down off a pint of this

Here ay yo O.G. don't stop shit

Yo hold the dills we keep shit real

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me

Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it

So it don't mean jack to me