Bucktown 360

I'm from that borough where thorough **** respect power

And the hood smell like roses and gunpowder

That's a burial for you cowards

Shootouts at the house-parties in the project housing

Surviving through gun fights and block beef

Cop sweeps, undercovers tryna catch the asleep

Pioneers, we remain that

Decepticon on the train, get ya chain snatched

Bucktown, you can smell it in the air

Reminiscin' while you thinkin' of your friends no longer here

Von, Dimples, Dada and Meg and Rambo

Need another record just to name all the fam-oh

Still rockin' Timberlands with the camo

Still, Steele walk around town with the ammo

County of kings, Crooklyn wear a crown

Smif-N-Wessun, P.N.C. representin', representin'

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

If I could drive around and talk to myself

Face-to-face conversate before the money and the fame came into play

A maturer me in my savage stage

Would I be jackin', what the OG have to say?

I just hope for the best and prepare for the worst

All you see is principles, respect come first

Die for a cause, not for nothin', believe in somethin'

It ain't a future in frontin'

Def would tell myself stay away from certain brothers

Dishonest and cowards, turn on they own mother

For the pussy and the money give up they own kinfolk

It's sinful, me and the young all shoulda been spoke

Tell me 'bout investin' and ownership

And all this goofy shit, there's no condonin' it

Show him how to rebound when he down

And how to move around and put on for the town

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the, home of the

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

It ain't always what you say but how you say it

The murder unit at your door if I okay it

I been gone, so you don't know me

You only know of me, it's a difference

For instance, I'm spoken of in high regard

You ain't got to be loud to be in charge

Thousand-dollar fitness only on her kicks

Only ask me about who you see me with

Home of the original hittas and gang figures

Middle finger to them judges tryna hang ****

Put Brooklyn on our backs and rename that

Fights with the corporations tryna get the name back

Been together since the era when that crack came

Now and forever labelled legends in the rap game

Quarter century travelin' 'round the globe

The return, 360 degrees, back home

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

(Bucktown) Home of the original gun clappers

Once again, Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this

To my man Buckshot

Starang, Louieville, Top Dog, Ruck and Rock

Rest in peace, Sean Price, live forever