Bucktown-Smif-N-Wessun

I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some Around here heads don't act their age Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page Enter the cipher, with ya lighter El's are ready prepare to run another all-nighter But keep watch for the Cops 'cause they rock glocks Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggas from da streets 'Cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats I guess they hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge Playin' tough, starin' down da Judge with my hands cuffed Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah Now I'm up outta here Pigs look me up and down with a frown Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown? [Repeat: x8] Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! Got ya nooses hangin' over da trees Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty On the violator that was sent out to get me I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack Bucktown, I represent it on the love love Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark Helter Skelter smirks while you're gettin torn apart Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp [Repeat: x7] Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! Home of da original, Home of da original, Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! Another murderer, just another prankster Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep Mr. Ripper I lurk in da sky Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high With my brethren, a buddha session Learn ya lesson Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun Bucktown's everywhere I swear It's clear to me You feel the w**d, now I really see Night falls around the way Puff herb, break day It's just a regular, everyday state of being I Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time I find reality follows me where I roam 360 degrees back home in [Repeat: x8] Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers!