Trading Places - Boot Camp Clik

Before I lay my head down to rest

I roll up a dimebag of petro, then let the sket' blow

Sean Price from Seth low, nah, I’m from down the block

Brownsville P’s, my niggas squeeze all kinda shots

You can catch me in your tenement

Hangin' with these thugs, weed, guns and Timberlands

Grind for the dividends, ride for my siblings

Roll with a bunch of gremlins, stick you up for your benjamins

Here we go, breakin' day with a mad lah session

Plottin' and schemin', somebody gon' die when I catch 'em

A lot of y’all should be petrified when I step inside

Of your section, especially if you’re stoppin' my cheddar

So why oh why did I need cappuccino?

Must’ve had a hangover from all that Remy and Clicquot

Nah, I don’t remember hittin' off in the spot

Too tore up, don’t remember gettin' it on with no cops

Nigga, my eyes peep this life in the form you can’t picture

Panoramic view, the hammer damage your crew

Back flippin', gat spittin', sell crack rapper dude

Back smack a few rappers who rap with a attitude

Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa

Get up in your spot with the four-fifth two shotter

Play the back with some of my mans

It’s family first, like the «Tek» that’s on the back of my hands

We all walk around town with the pound strapped down

And clap a clown, and if not, it’s cool, I will pound you out

I get me harders, that’s why I’m Rock man, I regulate ya

Scrape bitch niggas faces cross the pavement, whoever hatin'

You asked for it, who want beef?

Well here’s war

Silence the .44 so nobody will hear the roar

Now your body is stretched out horizontally on the floor

That’s what a snitch get when he talk about what he saw

Commence the rock slide I’m crushin' your pride by surprise

I be Sean Price, the forward for the Fab Five

It’s 'Unbelievable', Christopher Wallace

The way I squeeze the tool and dig in your pocket, let’s get money, nigga

Yo, from an unknown region, me and my legion

Never believin' to hear you bitch niggas breathin'

The summer doom, doom, din, nobody eatin'

Nobody leavin' 'til you pay y’all owe my BCC, bitch

I’m dwellin' in the cellar with my niggas Heltah Skeltah

Smif-N-Wessun pull triggers, the heat melt ya, Lord help ya

The Terrible Two, the Furious Four

I dare y’all to bear arms and square off with this force

See, I was taught that two wrongs don’t make a right

But me and Steele been tight for a while and everything’s a’ight

And it ain’t never gonna change

And that’s as real as the blood that’s blue in our veins, bitch

Y’all don’t wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place

Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we’ll erase your face

The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Word to them niggas Ruck, Rock, Tek and Steele

«We all walk around town with the pound strapped down»

«Nigga, my eyes peep this life in the form you can’t picture»

«See, I was taught that two wrongs don’t make a right»

«Nigga, you asked for it, who want beef?

Well here’s war»

Y’all don’t wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place

Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we’ll erase your face

The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Word to them niggas Ruck, Rock, Tek and Steele