featuring Boot Camp Clik

[Rock]

Come on (BCC)

Come on (MFC)

Come on (BCC)

Come on (YEAH!)

Aiyyo Rock Rock Rock

Everybody say Rock not Lou from suburbs to PJ's

So watch ya hootchie groupies get dudes beat up

Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck

See me on the streets 'bra I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper

Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper

Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall

Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls

Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten

Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)

Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera

[Buckshot]

Buckshot rock knots wit fists

Niggas stay high while I rock wit this

Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous

Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss

I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs

Run from the gun claps, run three laps

Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack

Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs

Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black

Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts

>From the, street Bible or the street Quran

Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on

I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong

You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)

But still the bomb

[Tek]

It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons

Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on

My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick

While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips

Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this