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Correct Operation Lockdown Lyrics
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Intro: Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher I mean, it was cool aht first yunno Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing Buht then like whut happened wuz [B. C. C.] The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense [B. C. C.] I wuz like "What the fuck?" [B. C. C.] People with real shit I wuhlike "Get the fuck outta here" [B. C. C.] Whaddo they think they doing? [B. C. C.] I dunno where that shit come from man. [B. C. C.] I wuz like, "Yo it's fuckin amazing" right? [B. C. C.] Real [B. C. C.] It's real, I don even know how the shit start Verse One: Rock, Ruck It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off It's on now; gettin down in the trenches Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces On fake grounds never spare clowns Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate Demonstrate, tactics you need practice First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word) Dat's word, Sean don't give a Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss) And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter I got your name number address plus your picture Chorus: This is the B. C. C., N Double D In the Ninety-Now we lock it down This is the B. C. C., N Double D In the Ninety-Now we lock it down Verse Two: Ruck, Rock Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at You lack with the skills that it takes to make Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown On your radio station whoever got the hot sound Who wan tess y'all? Mr. Mall-Doo, A. K. A. Rock-Ness y'all Guard your chest y'all Nothing can protect y'all From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all We runnin through your set y'all Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all Yesh yesh y'all I crack backs North South East and West y'all We know fresh y'all I did do I guess y'all I didn't say I doesn't indeed s** I never measure Ready to wet y'all Place your bottom dollar bets y'all Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all Nevertheless y'all We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all Lock it down with the full court press y'all Chorus: 2X Ha ha ha haaa This is the year, the Ninety Now On with the flows, conversations over beats Do not touch microphones I repeat, do not touch microphones This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now Very hazardous to your health And that's my B. C. C. Show you how You can get with the shit that we got Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man We keep shit locked down Kid, duck down [B. C. C.] Lock it down lock it down [B. C. C.] Operation Lockdown [B. C. C.] Lock it down lock it down [B. C. C.] [B. C. C.] Locked down [B. C. C.] The weak do not stand a chance [B. C. C.] [B. C. C.] This I promise you [B. C. C.] [B. C. C.] Chorus 2X
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