Smif-N-Wessun, O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah - Cession at da Doghillee lyrics

I flow fluidly who I be? That be none of your
Beeswax ease back ‘fore I squeeze
Gats we don’t need
That, do we, do we? Rap-style groupie
A Dog like Tim that’s why you’re scared
To "Step to Me" Do we
Have to result in fisticuffs? See, I get
Swift with my stuff that’s
When the Ruck erupts
So think not of what I am and what I do
Just recognize: when I’m on the mic, I rule

How many corny emcee gon’ try?
Fifty emcee, forty of ‘em done die
Run with Heltah Skeltah through the
Realms of the dark if a nigga rift
Then I’ma let the four-four bark
Everybody knows, when my knotty head grows
I turn into a lethal weapon and
Start stepping on toes
I waste no time when I move mine
Grab my Glock and then I clear
The block like I was PO-9

Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight?

Wack emcees have best to beware that
I fears no fears
And that’s word to my dry tear
I break your whole fucking crew in half
Feel the wrath as the Gunn
Clappaz clap that ass one
Time for your mind, hit that ass colorblind
Signed on the dotted line is
How I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some degrees, now my
Eyes bleed
(Why?) because I just smoked a bag of weed

Bringing forth
Heltah Skeltah be the big Rock, God help ya
I beats more ass than
Mom dukes’ leather belt, i gets
Open like doors when I be trooping, trademark
Be booting, baggy pants drooping, hooping and
Hollering nigga
Shut your mug ‘cause I might have you
Swallowing a whole bunch of slugs
‘cause I’m bugged in my
Dome piece, roam in the
Streets with my chrome, i’ma
Blast it, my Camp’s magic
I get that ass quick

‘Nough men a die, ‘nough men a come try
To test the warrior I, me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and
Catch black eyes from the
Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
Smif-N Wessun coming through
Stomping out all you wack rappers with
The crazy dread the mad boy
Head’s fed of corny shit that’s said
So now you bleed like your man bled
We’re getting twisted as our
Timbs cover pavement flowing state-to-state
Picking up the next payment
Your thoughts smell violators to the left
Four slugs hit ‘em chest, no more, no less
So think about it
Abort your mission it’s impossible
Or be a vegetable
Laying bent up in the hospital
You silly wabbit
Tricks are for kids don’t you know that?
Fuck with my Boot Camp and
Get your wig pushed back
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp
Industry we break down

I be that
Rude boy, bad boy, coming from the ‘Ville
Step to the Boot Camp
Somebody get killed by me the T-O-P D-O-G
Or my nigga Mr s T-R-A-N-G
Some of y’all niggas be trying
To pull the trigger
But, I figure I could bust that
Ass just a little quicker
Time to catch wreck, get back to the set
Where all generals, them call "Timb Chek"

All up in your motherfucking
Grill, I be Steele, coming
Through with my wrecking crew
So I reckon you keep it real if not
I’m blowing spots on whoever
Be showing Glocks
And whatnots, walking around
Faking mad rocks
The only Rock I know is BIG breaking up
N-I double G-As with that nigga R-U-C-K
Better be ready to be jetty
If you’re petty ‘cause if
It wasn’t already said
We’re dangerous and deadly
You better recognize or recollect
I wreck a set
With a Tek, and we ain’t asking, we blasting
Now, from this
You may think that Steele is trife
I earn my stripes ‘cause I deal
With the real in life
And I reveal my knife to
Cut you loose i’m not
Ruthless, but you’ll get the
Boots if you useless
‘Cause, time upon time, I find
If you remain blind, you get left behind
But we see very clearly
So step up to the front
‘cause this is where we
Represent on the lovely for you
And give praise due to the Father above me
‘Cause we ain’t here to attack all, but we’ll
Take the backs off the wack
Rappers that jack off
That’s all, that’s it, strictly the
Bumping shit niggas don’t even know
What they fucking with

Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik
Industry we break down