| I walk around town with the pound strapped down, |
| that’s only because it’s mad real in Bucktown. |
| It gets mad deep in the streets, |
| when you gotta watch ya back for beasts, enemies even ya peeps. |
| I step to my business stand strong on my own two, |
| do what I have have to do to get true. |
| If you for real then you know the deal, |
| I do or die and I never ran never will. |
| Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more, |
| niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor. |
| Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky, |
| Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die! |
| Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality, |
| get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality. |
| See, let me explain this ain’t no game, |
| the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame. |
| You understand where I’m coming from slim, |
| Bucktown’s the state of mind that I’m trapped in. |
| If you want to see me have some sensei, |
| keep your actions real everything will be ire. |
| Wicked minded youth dem’ll lick off a shot, |
| cause the roots silly around my way to get hot. |
| Had to relocate, update with my inner, |
| feel and destroy when I step in the center. |
| A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight, |
| Boot Camp Click no doubt that’s right. |
| Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them, |
| from throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband. |
| Mr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims, |
| hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again. |
| Now you call yourself a man, I cram to understand, |
| never step into ya business less ya got a clan. |
| When I come around the block, |
| I give mad love to the heads that I know, |
| while the heads that I don’t know watch. |
| As I step to my business they witness me, |
| consistently building with my family. |
| Jealously makes them enemies, |
| so when I’m nice step correctly and my ??? |
| Individuals who chose to use life for granted, |
| what cha' gon when it’s demanded. |
| When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist, |