Had it Up 2 Here

[Intro]

It's going down baby!

Bucktown, Duckdown baby [whispering]

My B.C.C., Cocoa B'z, Top Dog [Sean Price]

Starang where you at? B.D.I. Eye we got to this

People, Don [Louieville]

Niggas had it up 2 here [Louieville]

A nigga had it up to here [Louieville]

I'm tired of fallen' [Louieville]

Slugs fallen' all day [Steele]

Feelin' this, feelin' this [Steele]

[Verse 1: Steele]

I'm in the ride right

Getting high right

When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right

Aight money started acting fly

Like I ain't shit he the one that should be in the lime light

Saying he rhyme tight

Coming all out his face

Saying that he's better than any rapper that out right

I'm like look I care if you were dumb like

Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics

I can care less who look like

Or who you rhyme like

Let me show what a real MC sounds like

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

I pulled up to the red light

Somebody was parked on my right

I heard them like K

Ain't you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever?

What's up with you now nigga

As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it

Make you a million boy if you fuck with

Trust me dog my flow is grimy

Soon as spit you dog you'll be the first to sign me

Listen your flow is aight though

Really wasn't tight though

You're kind of loose with aight bite flows

Got me like WHOA!

Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow

Spittin' but you bullshit me yo

I can't hear your ill sub-libs

You ain't gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims

But you will respect the 4th Star

Or I'm spit 4 at your sports car

When you spit bar listen par

You better respect or I'm a have the check

Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm

Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was

Now move up

[Verse 3: Tek]

I had it up to here with y'all weak ass rappers

DJ's CEOs I want y'all to know

I had it up to here with y'all hundred grand producers

Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs

I had it up to here with y'all P.D.R's

Racist cops cheeba holders don't me start

I had it up to here with y'all wannabe stars

Trying to be who you ain't just be who you are, Man

Who you think your talking be

Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me

Won't play cause I won't pay what you think I'm a bitch

Never tell who shot you what think I'm a snitch

But I will the order for them to smack you up

Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up

Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me

We had it up to here

[Verse 4: Starang Wondah]

Ayo, I was a broke working nigga

This rap got me money

I had bitches; my good looks kept the honies

But in the game niggas with real money

They steal from me, when you mention my name

I changed the real money

In the game after a few years

I'm still hungry, put the band back together

Its bout get real ugly yo

I crush plenty guys, I had plenty wives

I'm on old school tapes I'm only twenty-five

Niggas would doubt me, bitches talk about me

They both wouldn't be shit without me

Starang One

[Verse 5: Top Dog]

Yes, Yes Y'all

Y'all know niggas ready to brawl y'all

Hit the floor y'all

The 4-pound leaving all y'all wasted

The gun powder can you taste it

The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitch

Can you feel me?

These bitch niggas trying to kill

No what they do to me, to try to fool me see

D.O. stay sharp and on top of my game

Spittin' my flames, so don't throw dirt on my name

I'm trying to hold lot of thing and make a whole lot of cream

All the plots and the schemes got me doing wicked things

[Verse 6: Sean Price]

Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughter

Get the moment on the tape recorder

Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood

Let them know I'm not the nigga to fuck with up in the hood

Give me some weed, give some coke, give me some dope

Give your seed; give me your throat, give me some rope

Choking your bitch provoking your click

To get guns, smoking a spliff

You're throwing a fit, now that's fun

Backpack niggas acting all funny and shit

Till I them that shit is wack they're no money in this

And you female rappers I'm end your careers

Rap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rear

I'm the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your arm

You the type to snitch, bitch

Why you telling my moms listen

Y'all bitch niggas are bout as wack as come

Don't make me clap you in the back of the ass when I'm done

[Verse 7: Illa Noyz]

We pack 10 billion, 987 million, 654 thousand

321 hundred fans in housing know how we get down and

What this shit about The Boot Camp sounding it's astounding

But I'm tried of it, questioning y'all budget

I wanna snuff but I look him and be like ahh fuck it

But now I ride wit it when I blow I slide wit it

All I know I'm Boot Camp and are niggas

Now a days I had it up to here [Louieville]