[Ruck]

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 in the murder mic, I rule



[Starang Wondah]

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 code nine



[Chorus: Buckshot]

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



[Louieville Sluggah]

Wack MC's, have best to beware

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

I brake ya whole fuckin crew in half

Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz 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



[Rock]

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