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    Just Us

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Buckshot]
    Most definitely
    We up in here
    Boot Camp Clik
    On the beat...
    TY Dizzle
    Ah
    One Shot Deal
    Duck Down in this muthafucka once again
    Lets do this
    [VERSE 1: Top Dog]
    (You) thought I was finished, you thought I was done
    Cause I took time off to raise my son
    But I rep for the streets, prepared with the heat
    The Top Dog will rhyme over any beat
    Yeah, you rep for the hood, thats all to the good
    My dogs get high off Henn and backwood
    I got love for the game but some of you lames
    Get me sick tryin to sound the same
    But I do what I do, carry the flame
    Like the last child tryin to carry the name
    Ima rep for my stripes, thats word to my life
    Like you coward cops tryin to take my life
    [VERSE 2: Louieville]
    Yo, Im just tryin to do me, high as fuck
    Countin up bucks, baby boys lackin trucks
    Tryin to live through all the bullshit
    Addin up chips, a nigga tryin to get rich
    And when Im aggravated I smoke heavenly
    Drink heavenly until the loss of memory
    Its the Vi-double to the l-e
    Movin out where its warm when its chilly
    [VERSE 3: Buckshot]
    The god is back to put the r in rap
    No R&B niggas, the streets dont want a part of that
    Become hard for the game, some starve for the game
    Some dont get the picture till they a part of the frame
    Just cool it, mane, its simple and plain
    Yeah, Im from Brooklyn but I live in this game
    Still the same and I do the thang like it never was done
    This little nigga move ahead of the gun
    So what you sayin?
    [CHORUS: Buckshot]
    Everyday all day
    (Im) with my niggas
    (Just) hangin out
    (Just) coolin out
    (Just) on the regular
    (Im) with my niggas
    (Just) hangin out
    (Just) coolin out
    (Just) sober for now but
    (Im) rollin up
    (Just) hangin out
    (Just) coolin out
    (Just) everbody together
    (Im) lovin it
    (Just) hangin out
    Coolin out
    [VERSE 4: Tek]
    Tek son, its time that youre free
    It been nights I aint sleep
    Too busy worried about the moves in the street
    We send flames down the base of your spine
    We lose one but we killed two, catch you while youre out on your grind
    A nigga gotta get bloody every once in a row
    Give it and go, let it out, its good for the soul
    How youre talkin but you cant understand it
    Im bout my money, mane, and I gets respect cause I demand it
    Chief headbuster, throw a ace, come back on the sixth
    Gotta jump, yeah, I ran but came back with the fifth
    We turn May to the 4th of July
    Sober you up, youre high
    ( ? ) Im the voice of the ( ? )
    [VERSE 5: Starang Wondah]
    Yo, its Starang Won with no deal, Im mobile
    This rap shit is so real, man, you dont even know Will
    I play the crib, re-runs of _Moesha_
    Eatin cold pizza, man, smokin more reefer
    Passed my bitch up, took the hooker back, its cheaper to keep her
    Try to escape, a nigga keep gettin in deeper
    Yo, this aint the same Starang niggas is used to
    Im neutral but that dont mean a nigga wont shoot you
    Yo, I write a check, niggas turn up dead
    Im like a toaster the way a nigga burn up bread
    Aha, I come on, I play chess when Im rappin
    For real yo, a nigga feel like Im the best when Im rappin
    [VERSE 6: Steele]
    General Steele, original head, original crook
    Reside in Southside Queens, born in the Brook
    As a youth I was raised up by the books
    Mom and pops gave what they could, the rest I took
    Crook put me on, told me, "God, step to your biz
    The hood needs soldiers to represent for the kids
    Boom Camp started, so yall gotta finish the shit"
    BC legendary, dog, remember these kids
    No record company can put an end to this shit
    We click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricks
    Black Smif-n-Wessuns the shit, we puttin it in
    Entered da Stage underaged and became men
    I shine, you shine, get your papers, mang
    These cold streets preach the Rude Awakening
    For the People we gon do this, we endurin the pain
    Duck Down more than a label, this family, mang
    [CHORUS]
    [ Just Us Lyrics ]
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