[ Supreme ]

Welcome to Bucktown USA



[ Tek ]

Yeah

Smokin on some of that sticky icky for my nigga

I said for my nigga who do that joint back there

That's Scratch from The Roots, you heard me?

Listen up, learn something



[ VERSE 1: Supreme of The Representativz ]

Hey yo, it's real out here

You better know the drill out here

Son, you better pack steel out here

The minute you show fear you get killed out here

I seen niggas slip and lose they will out here

Word, playin the curb where crack rock and lleyo is served

Watchin for beast so they don't observe

Another day another hustle, nigga, stay in your swerve

I stay focused and never let it weigh on my nerves

Back on the block where young thugs blast for they props

Trash the glock through a 100 yard dash on a cop

Got half the p's runnin while the other half watch

And when it's hot stash the work in your sock or get knocked

This is a dirty game, so play it to win

And watch them niggas, they some devious men

You either love me or hate me, ain't no need to pretend

Cause fake friends always wind up enemies in the end



[ CHORUS: Buckshot ]

Welcome to Bucktown USA

Where the weak get dissed every day

(Bucktown is the state of mind that I'm trapped in)

(Lawd, some bwoy gon' get dead tonight)



[ VERSE 2: Steele ]

Bucktown USA, where it all started

Respect to the products and the dearly departed

Bow Leg Dimples, Dotty and Janie

Rob and Smiley made me, the community raised me

Mom left pops, moved to the Eighties

Canarsie hookey parties was crazy

Glenwood P's, watch for the d's who down in the trenches

Playin the benches, rappin to release tension

When Ru got sentenced I knew they meant business

When Bo got hit, shit, I knew we had to flip this

PNC, BCC, Genereal S-t-double e-l-e

We do this like we do this cause we all family

Known as some of the truest in this industry

Contract combat left casualties

Duck down when you're marked on target and I squeeze



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]

I walk up with my boots tight

Laced up by my leg, I'm beyond your reg hood type

And half of you dudes is like 

Hollywood rap act that belong on a movie site

Come on aight, admit it

You really wanna come into my hood but you know it's not good to come up in it

Cause everyday we on a mission

Don't slip, don't snooze, when you move through disciplined

Listen, never think it's all gravy, it could be yours, baby

They'll even take from your lady; and boo

If I was you I wouldn't hang with no ducks

Blue-ball dogs never could bust, but this is us

And we're known for kickin up dust and play no games

Plus we up in here like Rogaine - hold, mane

And even though we divide we multiply

By the division of niggas who still in it to ride



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 4: Tek ]

Around here they call me Shoot-It-B, it fit for the dice

Hit em up two times or I throw trips trice

Dependin on the day I may give you a walk

Try to save you from a six and peein out on the chalk

Your nigga had to learn the hard way that family fight

Might bet against cuz to see my brother get right

I go hard till the end till the dropping is finished

Or clips empty, police in the vicinity

My bank ain't in the million but my army is there

My loot'll gun a man, shoot the style of braids out your hair

B's and all, catch you in a club or more

( ? ) your man ( ? )

Give him a ( ? ) stab and poke his kidneys

Flee in the red d boy, big truck series

Welcome to Bucktown USA

Where the weak get dissed every day



[ CHORUS ]