Boot Camp Clik, Top Dog, Smif-N-Wessun, Heltah Skeltah, Buckshot - Bubblin' Up lyrics

Yeah, it's hot on my block (so what)
I'm up in the morning with the hustle
(and we doubling up)
What you do? (Bubbling up)
Boot Camp Clik, we plot the plan
(and the boss is us)

What now? Have a seat, calm down
This is where we had the meet
And the serious inside her, trapped in Cabana
Load ya llamas, cuz they coming with traumas
Plus I promised that it ain't no coming back
This ain't a game
Nigga, quit playing that running back
They ain't planning to run it back
Yeah, you know it's real out here
Ain't no brass on this field
When they kill out here

Well the first thing we gotta
Do is gather the squad
Like chessboard pieces
We each playing a part
I could move like the bishop
Or manuever the pawn
Catch us slipping from a
Distance, three moves, you gone
Check mate, game over
All your mens defenseless
I'm plotting takeovers
And we shut down business
Shine regardless, shine relentless
We putting work out and I
Ain't talking physical fitness

Aiyo, I dumbed down my dialect
And doubled my dough
Ya'll muthafuckas better act like ya'll know
Sean Price a scholar
Well versed in the field of rap
Valedictorian, I don't even feel the track
I feel you wack
Think you need to step up your game
'Fore I knock you on the floor
Pon' step on your frame
Listen, your raps are dumb, you rap for fun
I don't, rap for fun, I rap for funds, P!

Hold up, it goes, one, two
Three and to the four hold on, dog
You know the four hold three more
So, yo, one, two
Three more into the four-four
No safety, the way you suckas 'pose to roll
You scared?
Heat big as my feet, that'll crack your teeth
By mistake, when I back it out
If you standing in reach
Stupid, it's war in the 'Ville
So I walk with that thing, that thing
Like Lauryn Ms hill

Yeah I'm tempted
Still thinking up plots to get rich
Still ride for the team
Still ride with the fifth
Still some don't get me, still riding my dick
D-O still got love for the shit
You punk bitch
And I'm, up early in the morning, yawning
Dough keep calling
The street team warning me
So watch my back, we got
Snitches in the cut, ready to attack
So I, keep that strap, and keep my
Eyes on the boys, case them boys come back
So what?

You better move how I move in these streets
It's hot
Know the real from the fake, and get beat
You think not?
If you get it, better keep it alot, go read
And know the hearts of these
Men you call peeps, now that's deep
Don't take much for a nigga to flip
Change sides turn the heat up on a bitch
He gonna fold and hide
Perfect the grind game, get dough, stay low
Burn a strip and give it back
Move somewhere and get more
My attitude is like