Cession At Da Doghillee Lyrics - Singles - Smif-n-wessun

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Cession at Da DoghilleeSmif-n-WessunFrom Smif-n-Wessun's debut album, Dah Shinin', the first Boot Camp Clik posse track. This song takes its name from the Clik's recording studio. 

I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee's wax 

Ease back, fo' I squeeze that 

We don't need that, do we, do we? 

Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin, that's why you scared to step to me 

Do we, have to result in fisticuffs? 

See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck erupts 

So think not, of what I am, and what I do 

Just recognize when im on the mic, I rule 

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How many corny MC gon' try? 

Fifty mc, forty of dem done die 

Run wit Heltah Skeltah, through the realms of the dark 

If a nigga rift, then I'mma let the 4-4 bark 

Everybody knows, where my notty head grows 

I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes 

I, waste no time, when I move mine 

Grab my Glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was PO-9 

Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? 

Boot Camp, survivin the preview and 

Fuck wit my Bucktown group 

And in the night, the night, who roll the tight 

Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? 

Boot Camp, survivin the preview and 

Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik 

In the night, who roll tight 

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Wack MC's, have best to beware 

That I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear 

I break ya whole fuckin crew in half 

Feel the wrath, as the gun cappaz clap that ass 

Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind 

Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime 

Reality hit me at some degrees 

Now my eyes bleed (why?) Because I just smoked a bag of weed 

Bringin forth Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya 

I beat more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt 

I gets open like doors when I be droopin 

Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin 

Hoopin and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug 

Cuz I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs 

Cuz I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets 

Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick 

Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try 

To test the worrior, 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 da Clappaz 

Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers 

Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed 

Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled 

We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover pavement 

Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment 

Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left 

Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less 

So think about it, abort your mission, it's impossible 

Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital 

You silly wabbit, tricks are for kids, don't you know that? 

Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back 

Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? 

Boot Camp, survivin the preview and 

Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik 

In the night, who roll tight 

I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin 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 ya niggas be tryin to pull the trigga 

But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little quicker 

Time to catch Wreck, and back to the set 

Where all them rules, them cock in check 

All up in ya muthafuckin grill, I be Steele 

Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real 

If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin Glocks 

And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks 

The only Rock I know is B.I.G., breakin' up N-I-double G-A'z wit' that nigga R-U-C-K 

Better be ready to be jetty if you petty 

Cuz if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and deadly 

You better recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a 

Tek, and we askin, we blastin 

Now from this you might think the Steele is trife 

I earn my strife, cuz I deal wit the real in life 

And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose 

I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless 

Cuz, time upon time, I find 

If you remain blind, you get left behind 

But we, see very clearly, so step up to the front 

Cuz this is where we, represent on the lovely 

For you and get praise due to the father above me 

Cuz we ain't here to attack, or, when we take the backs off 

The wack rappers that jack off 

That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin shit 

Niggas don't even know what they fuckin wit