Boot Camp Clik Let's Get Down 2 Bizness Lyrics

[Chorus: Buckshot]
Let's get down to business (say what?)
I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit
Beat to the ones that said I wouldn't get back
When I get back -- get back
Let's get down to business (say what?)
I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit
Beat to all y'all, this is for all y'all
Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off

I've been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed
By record company exec's, schemin' on my bucks
These streets is rough, Timb's on my feet get scuffed
I hate to see my peeps get cuffed
As weed gets puffed, MC's get bluffed
A&R's get pressed, dj's get they s___ bust
Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record
Without distribution, dog, we still push records

I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew
Rock with a group and a long tool
Peep the fore path, I been said the s___ in the past
Let's go back in time, flip the hourglass
In 1998, I couldn't wait, to get all my n____z
And do shows, from state to state
Even in 2000, two triple oh
I used to be the man, until my band got old
But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin
Get all my paper in, or I'mm lace ya chin


[Sean Price]
Know this B.I. thing, I be about it
The prophet is only logic
I'm like a__assins from Elijah Muhammed
Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it
You can't have it, in Long Street
It can't happen on beat, let another label
Try to play me for cheap, I'm takin' this cheap
Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat
The devil may cry, that's for Cuba, I'm playin' for keeps
How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week
I'mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya
Give me the things, I can bang, plus I'm trained to get lower
That's the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer
See my s___ tight, and I don't stack 5 feet taller

[Starang Wondah]
Yo, n____z gossip quick to pop s___
Actin' like they pop s___, really not s___, yo
m____fuckers try to say I changed, man
I'mma trynna change from Lex to Range
Don't look strange, trynna say that I ain't the same
Y'all n____z know about Starang, the same n____
From the white building up the block
Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock
Who knew the number to them b____es that can suck some c___
Got in the beef, had thugs that'll bust them shots
My vocals make me more than bi-coastal
You local, I get this dough like I'm suppose to
Make riches that's far from social
Hear these words, when we approach you

[Top Dog]
You keep our business alone
You keep our business, in mind, your own
n____z f___in' with the feds, they got me fed up
f___ keepin' it real, just keep ya head up
d___ if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up
n____z f___in' with lens, that'll get them set up
Bucktown is the s___, so n____ shut up
f___ parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up
n____z needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up
n____z bustin' they s___ to big they set up


[Sean Price]
Aiyo, let's get down to business
Let's get pound with this s___, get that dough
Slap a n____, dude be like, yo why you do that for?
Same reason I slap the other two, tic-tac-toe
f___ around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe
Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole
Every time I f___in' rhyme, you always get that flow
f___ you, I'm past that, ditch that flow
Heard you performin' at what, n____z, skip that show
n____ ---

[Hook 2X: Buckshot]
Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik
Click, click, in the night


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