BCC: Buckshot
 Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele)
 The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) **
 FB5: Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg)
 Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)
 Intro/chorus:
 Headz Aint Ready for the Clik we got
 Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not
 Verse One: Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg, Ruck, Rock
 Now a days I had it up to here
 from my chest to my head
 when the buddha bless
 bless my head and the eyes are red
 comin 4 ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
 you wanted to pop junk
 so now it's like a little Vigor
 I outta floor ya
 Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
 I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy
 cuz brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads
 grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
 There's an X amount of yar-we
 yo pass the gar-weed
 pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we
 smoke so much brothas be askin
 why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
 Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store
 cuz what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
 shows get blown, ho's get thrown out the room
 plus knuckas get??? from now til noon
 Now assume posistion, punks pissin in pants
 cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel...
 Still liftin, incase you didn't know how we be livin
 it's in my nature to keep robbin like Givens
 for real doe, when your still broke
 kill or be killed jerk
 you don't know
 so I leave ya screwed like a dildo
 I still blow, punks I crush into dust
 plus we gothcha bucks
 (Who the warriors?) Rock & Ruck ass what
 Chorus 2X
 Verse Two: Tek and Steele, Buckshot
 What's that aroma in the air?
 treason, so wghat that means son
 son that mean it's huntin season
 Time to stack papes do you got what it takes
 can you react when your lifes at stake
 I rock the stripes of an M-P
 pon my timb tree
 and keep the Tauras from my enemy
 whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clique
 it gets realer so watch this, serve justice
 3-2 degrees freeze until
 these MC's decide to relieve you from grievin
 On my way from out of state
 I hit my block F-A-P
 wit my man Ruck & my man Rock S-T
 jus left my man brown nose
 now we gotta sac of the black for the shows
 clothes aint really nuthin ta me
 bit I stay wit my Timberland tree
 and my B-double-O-T-C
 Rock, keep my hair notty
 did you know it's me floatin wit potent see
 Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee
 we rock fluently
 Chorus 2X
 Verse Three: Ruck, Tek, Top Dawg, Steele, Buckshot, Rock
 Mr. McGee don't get me angry(why)
 you wouldn't like it when I mangle
 your thoughts to done start to change you
 rearrange you, way you all be kickin
 my flava, even my neighbours
 notice a change in the Ruckest behaviour
 now you roaches don't even come close or approach this
 what I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin
 straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley
 you hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed
 I wake up in the mornin and chocolate was thoughts
 reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it
 I'm steppin in hotter this year
 wit my brethren dry-tear
 my cousin wit no fear so who
 wanna come tess Top Dawg
 to get you out the plastic
 and then take you to the morgue
 Here's Mr. Meena, the crook wit the mouth full
 known for bein live
 and rockin nose flava timbos
 half pass Lincoln
 clothes that is stinkin
 country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin
 Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes
 gotta move right, cuz my reps at stake
 call up my dawgs thats quick to bust
 P.N.C. take it back to the dust
 now I got 4 eyes to watch my back
 plus my own 2 make it a full 6 pack
 now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas
 bodyin suckas like a change of my chuckas
 Don't you know the W-a-r(war)
 is o-n(on) open to them headz scopin
 hope-in they can get a bite
 and write what I write
 but they don't know the night
 keeps me and my clique air tight(right)
 all you biters wanna chunck the script
 but your quick to take a flick
 by my side/and you take my hand , givin tha fake smile
 but I peeped you for awhile
 ease off selecta when the beedie pulled your file
 can I pull your card again
 its the Bucks-guardian
 the arm-a-leg, leg-arm & head
 so begin to drop the bombs(Heltah Skeltah)
 Booyah!
 you ask for it who, so people here's war
 for this I pack an automatic 4-4's
 kids this aint before
 so don't even speak about my fleet
 many pop junk but front when MC's meet
 them naw ready
 Outro:
 Headz Aint Ready for this clique we got(dem naw ready)
 Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw)
 Heady Aint Ready for this clique we got(we really ready)
 Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw)
 Headz Aint really ready.....we the warriors