Smif-N-Wessun ft. Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C., and Buckshot - “Cession At Da Doghillee”
[Emcee(s): Ruck, Starang Wondah, Louieville Sluggah, Rock, Tek, Top Dog, and Steele]
[Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee]
[Sample 1 (Hook/Riff): Bobbi Humphrey - “Harlem River Drive” (2:19)]
[Sample 2 (Hook/Riff): Babe Ruth - “Keep Your Distance” (0:00)]
[Sample 3 (Drums): James Taylor and The Flying Machine - “Knocking ‘Round the Zoo (1971 Version)” (1:03)]
[Hook/Additional Vocals: Buckshot]
[Verse 1: Ruck]
I flow fluidly. Who I be? That be none of your
Beeswax. Ease back ‘fore I squeeze gats. We don’t need
That, do we, do we? Rap-style groupie
A Dog like Tim—that’s why you’re scared to “Step to Me.” Do we
Have to result in fisticuffs? See, I get
Swift with my stuff—that’s when the Ruck erupts
So think not of what I am and what I do
Just recognize: when I’m on the mic, I rule
[Verse 2: Starang Wondah]
How many corny emcee gon’ try?
Fifty emcee, forty of ‘em done die
Run with Heltah Skeltah through the realms of the dark
If a nigga rift, then I’ma let the four-four bark
Everybody knows, when my knotty head grows, I turn
Into a lethal weapon and start stepping on toes
I waste no time when I move mine
Grab my Glock and then I clear the block like I was PO-9
[Hook: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight?
[Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah]
Wack emcees have best to beware that
I fears no fears, and that’s word to my dry tear
I break your whole fucking crew in half
Feel the wrath as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass. One
Time for your mind, hit that ass colorblind
Signed on the dotted line is how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some degrees, now my
Eyes bleed (Why?) because I just smoked a bag of weed
[Verse 4: Rock]
Bringing forth
Heltah Skeltah be the big Rock, God help ya
I beats more ass than mom dukes’ leather belt, I gets
Open like doors when I be trooping, trademark
Be booting, baggy pants drooping, hooping and
Hollering. Nigga, shut your mug ‘cause I might have you
Swallowing a whole bunch of slugs ‘cause I’m bugged in my
Dome piece, roam in the streets with my chrome, I’ma
Blast it, my Camp’s magic, I get that ass quick
[Verse 5: Tek]
‘Nough men a die, ‘nough men a come try
To test the warrior I, me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes from the
Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz, Smif-N-Wessun
Coming through, stomping out all you wack rappers with
The crazy dread. The mad boy head’s fed of corny
Shit that’s said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We’re getting twisted as our Timbs cover pavement
Flowing state-to-state, picking up the next payment
Your thoughts smell. Violators to the left, four
Slugs hit ‘em chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission—it’s impossible
Or be a vegetable, laying bent up in the hospital
You silly wabbit, tricks are for kids—don’t you know that?
Fuck with my Boot Camp and get your wig pushed back
[Hook: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp
Industry we break down
[Verse 6: Top Dog]
I be that
Rude boy, bad boy, coming from the ‘Ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me
The T-O-P D-O-G
Or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G
Some of y’all niggas be trying to pull the trigger
But I figure I could bust that ass just a little quicker
Time to catch wreck, get back to the set
Where all generals, them call “Timb Chek”
[Verse 7: Steele]
All up in your motherfucking grill, I be Steele, coming
Through with my wrecking crew, so I reckon you keep it real
If not, I’m blowing spots on whoever be showing Glocks
And whatnots, walking around, faking mad rocks
The only Rock I know is B.I.G. breaking up
N-I-double G-As with that nigga R-U-C-K
Better be ready to be jetty if you’re petty ‘cause if
It wasn’t already said, we’re dangerous and deadly
You better recognize or recollect. I wreck a set
With a Tek, and we ain’t asking, we blasting
Now, from this, you may think that Steele is trife
I earn my stripes ‘cause I deal with the real in life
And I reveal my knife to cut you loose. I’m not
Ruthless, but you’ll get the boots if you useless
‘Cause, time upon time, I find
If you remain blind, you get left behind
But we see very clearly
So step up to the front ‘cause this is where we
Represent on the lovely for you
And give praise due to the Father above me
‘Cause we ain’t here to attack all, but we’ll
Take the backs off the wack rappers that jack off
That’s all, that’s it, strictly the
Bumping shit. Niggas don’t even know what they fucking with
[Hook: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you
Fuck with my Bucktown group
And in the night, night, who rolls tight?
Why you wanna fuck with my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp surviving to freak you, and
Coming through, representing Boot Camp Clik
Industry we break down
