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Had It Up 2 Here

アーティスト:Boot Camp Clik  作詞:BLAKE KENYATTA S/DEWGARDE WALTER V JR/EVANS E/MC NAIR JACK K  作曲:BLAKE KENYATTA S/DEWGARDE WALTER V JR/EVANS E/MC NAIR JACK K 

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It's going down baby! Bucktown, Duckdown baby (whispering) My B.C.C., Cocoa B'z, Top Dog (Sean Price) Starang where you at? B.D.I. Eye we got to this people, Don (Louieville) Niggas had it up 2 here (Louieville) A nigga had it up to here (Louieville) I'm tired of fallen' (Louieville) Slugs fallen' all day (Steele) Feelin' this, feelin' this (Steele) (Steele) I'm in the ride right Getting high right When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right Aight money started acting fly Like I ain't shit he the one that should be in the lime light Saying he rhyme tight Coming all out his face Saying that he's better than any rapper that out right I'm like look I care if you were dumb like Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics I can care less who look like Or who you rhyme like Let me show what a real MC sounds like (Buckshot) I pulled up to the red light Somebody was parked on my right I heard them like K Ain't you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever? What's up with you now nigga As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it Make you a million boy if you fuck with Trust me dog my flow is grimy Soon as spit you dog you'll be the first to sign me Listen your flow is aight though Really wasn't tight though You're kind of loose with aight bite flows Got me like WHOA! Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow Spittin' but you bullshit me yo I can't hear your ill sub-libs You ain't gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims But you will respect the 4th Star Or I'm spit 4 at your sports car When you spit bar listen par You better respect or I'm a have the check Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was Now move up (Tek) I had it up to here with y'all weak ass rappers DJ's CEOs I want y'all to know I had it up to here with y'all hundred grand producers Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs I had it up to here with y'all P.D.R's Racist cops cheeba holders don't me start I had it up to here with y'all wannabe stars Trying to be who you ain't just be who you are, Man Who you think your talking be Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me Won't play cause I won't pay what you think I'm a bitch Never tell who shot you what think I'm a snitch But I will the order for them to smack you up Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all


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