Bucktown USA

Bucktown USA is the place where I rest

Should I say chill, 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet?

Shit, I can't say chill, 'cause the property's hot

Got to get it while the gettin', could be got or get not

'Cause those who cock block, or those who get not

Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops

To all my Gs, don't snooze, 'cause they crews in blues and whites

Comin' to the PJs lookin' for fights

Mr. officer, cool down your temper

Me just cool, you'n't have to come like no murderer

I try to do my thing and you try to take me in

Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen

Then again, that's the place where you see the same face in

The street, everybody got a charge to beat

Once again facin' the magistrate with the screw face

Bounce on the D.A. T.S. done beat a new case

(Bucktown) Home where the grass is greener

And all the Gods and Earths choose a court in Medina

(Bucktown) The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots

(Bucktown) See me in the G-S-3-0-0

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-pos

(Bucktown) Home of my B-C-C

And everybody that I roll with be family

Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me

Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police

Like the sergeant 81st, "Pretty boy," is what they call him

They said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic

Speaks with an accent, Guyanese, I would imagine

A hot headed dread, known for jumpin' into action

We danced a few times, he got his, I got mine

Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime

Said it's all about a quota and his veins bleed blue

Your man Rudy Giuliani fucked it up for you

Ain't gonna be no dice throwin', dead that weed blowin'

Domestic violence, automatic five, he ain't jokin'

And your first offenders, you're gettin' hit like predicates

Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip

Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la

From thirteen ISDs in unmarks ridin' by

(Bucktown) Home where the grass is greener

And all the Gods and Earths choose a court in Medina

(Bucktown) The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots

(Bucktown) See me in the G-S-3-0-0

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-pos

(Bucktown) Home of my B-C-C

And everybody that I roll with be family

Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

And bank safe crackers

Pot pushin' hustlers and everyday jackers

Where flossin' can cost you if you don't ride with the right crew

I'll hold the key and bust off when they confront you

I still do smoke buds with the thugs

About to face the judge, show all my **** love

I can't knock the hustle, get your dream by all means

Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's everywhere I see

Representatives livin' nocturnally

Break a day on the regular, all night is alright with us

As long as we get rid of the red, we get the better

But never lose your head, just maintain

Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain

When Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit to change

From birth, B-C-C degrees, on to them other planes

(Bucktown) Home where the grass is greener

And all the Gods and Earths choose a court in Medina

(Bucktown) The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots

(Bucktown) See me in the G-S-3-0-0

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-po

(Bucktown) Home of my B-C-C

And everybody that I roll with be family