Yeah

Y Yeah

Once again

Bucktown USA is the place where I rest

Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet

Shit I can't say chill .cause the property's hot

Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not

'Cause of those who cop block or those who get not

Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops

To all my G's don't snooze

'Cause they crews in blues and whites

Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights

Mr. Officer cool down your temper

Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer

I try to do my thing, and you try to take me in

Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen

Then again

That's the place where you see the same face in thew street

Everybody got to charge the beat

Once again

Facin' the magistrate with the screwface

Bounce on the D-A-T-S-T-B, the new case

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Bucktown

Home where the grass is greenah

And all the gods and earths choose a court in Medina

Bucktown

The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot

And got my first Tim boots

Bucktown

See me in the G-S-T-0-0

On the side of the road

Gettin' harrassed by po-po's

Bucktown

Home of my B-C-C

And everybody that I roll with, the family

Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me

Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police

Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em

Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic

Speaks with an accent, ????? I would imagine

A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action

We danced a few times

He got his, I got mine

Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime

Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue

Your man Rudey, Juliani fucked it up for you

Ain't gonna be no dice throwin'

Dead that weed blowin'

Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin'

Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates

Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip

Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la

From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by

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Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

And bank safe crackers

Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers

When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew

?????????????????? and bust off when they can front on you

I still do

Smoke buds with the thugs

About to face the judge

Show all my niggaz love

I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means

Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's everywhere I see

Representatives livin' nocturnally

Break a day on the regular

All night is all right with us

As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better

But never lose your head, just maintain

Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain

No strain

When Tek and Steele bang

Ain't shit changed from birth

B-C-C degrees, on to them other planes

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