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Yeah\nFuck your gun talk, play 'No Doubt', you 'Gwen' 'don't speak'\nYou ain't shooting nothing but air, you Nintendo Wii\nFuck the industry and fuck being in those streets\nI'm from the low down, you can't even go in those peeps\nIt's an animal hunt, think I damage your hunt, your man in the front\nGet snap shot without a camera, son\nThe animal's hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest\nWell, not to the rats and the bird niggas\nFuck them, they can't stop you from getting your food ate, they just\nMake it hard to eat like toothaches\nPause, difficult to eat like toothaches\nI be having myself and I like shoelace","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.76] BK all day (all day, nigga)\n[00:12.72] We spray ya'll way (pop and you lay down)\n[00:15.49] So don't walk our way (get from round these parts)\n[00:19.04] Cuz we puff our way (fuck around and get shot in the dark)\n[00:21.75] Aiyo, recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of N.Y\n[00:35.34] Living legends in the game, niggas been fly\n[00:38.98] Think back, when we first entered the stage\n[00:40.73] Let that Brook-nam rhythm and rage out the cage, nigga\n[00:44.42] How Many MC's screaming U Da Man\n[00:47.14] Buck 'em Down with that Black Smif-N-Wesson in my hand\n[00:49.80] Champion hood fatigues, all black chuckers\n[00:52.58] Where the soldiers walk tight than a million muthafuckas\n[00:55.27] I don't give a fuck, I've been jumped a hundred times\n[00:57.92] Stabbed alot of niggas, committed a hundred crimes\n[01:00.73] Bitch, I ain't buying that, give you a raincheck\n[01:03.42] Gladly pay you Tuesday for seriously brain that\n[01:07.01] Sound Bwoy Bureill, chi-chi man funeral\n[01:08.90] Headz Ain't Redee ain't ready to shoot, niggas salute\n[01:12.41] The elite generals of the street and gun play\n[01:14.23] Ruste Juxx, Boot Camp, BK all day\n[01:29.67] The streets are hard knocks, where police swarm blocks\n[01:31.45] Where every other soldier keep they firing arm cocked\n[01:34.22] Gorillas on that grind, it's a Brooklyn state of mind\n[01:36.92] Make money, take money, a famous motto of mine\n[01:39.68] When you find the hardest nigga, tucking in they shine\n[01:42.39] They know the rules'll get 'em, if you blink one time\n[01:44.10] So it shouldn't be a mystery, the man that gangsta history\n[01:47.73] The general, the fever, blaze ya out another victory\n[01:51.46] All you niggas running ya mouth, and don't mean shit to me\n[01:54.16] Leaving your body numb like Pepsi Twist mixed with the Hennessey\n[01:56.89] Got a shell for every single one of my enemies\n[01:59.52] Brooklyn pumping blood through my heart, to the death of me\n[02:02.28] This is the original Bucktown bullies\n[02:04.98] From the same block where they bust shots at police\n[02:07.76] Like, blow, everywhere I look\n[02:10.43] Somebody shook when they lost in the city of Brook'\n[02:13.14] And umm, ya'll know every block is danger\n[02:15.84] If you not on point, somebody came up\n[02:18.57] Fuck the stranger, beware of your neighbor\n[02:21.25] Cuz when he broke, that's when he change up to bring the banger\n[02:24.99] Finger on the trigger, as we look closely\n[02:27.68] At the car when he ride slow, cuz we don't really know pa\n[02:30.33] Ya'll know how we do around here\n[02:33.06] Who we screw around here, if we new around here\n[02:35.70] You hear my gun ball go in, shotgun toting\n[02:49.37] Heavy pitch blowing, nigga back the fuck up\n[02:52.98] Who you know fucking with the U.G.P\n[02:54.81] Underground prince of hood H.O.P\n[02:58.47] I'm a world wide hustler, Brooklyn gangsta\n[03:00.20] When the east is in the house, \"OH MY GOD\" danger\n[03:03.85] Did too much dirt to wipe my hands clean\n[03:06.64] And I love new money, so fresh and green\n[03:09.35] See the borough I'm from, we be on that bullshit\n[03:12.07] Fuck ya baby mama, hit you up quick\n[03:14.77] We play with whole bricks, nigga, get that weight\n[03:17.44] Respect my grind, 718, the great\n[03:21.07] Use caution when you crossing that Brooklyn Bridge\n[03:22.87] Don't get caught up out here with them Crooklyn kids\n[03:25.68] Real gritty, that's just how we live\n[03:28.33] Fitted '59 fitties over Scarface grills\n[03:31.93] Bedstuy, to the East, to the 'Ville\n[03:34.68] We get hype when we eat, give you fights for the thrills\n[03:37.36] We in the house, in the place getting field\n[03:40.02] Fights live through the breakout, the chain, get peeled\n[03:42.77] Girlfriends bang out with airbrushed nailis\n[03:45.52] Snatch your bitch weave right out\n[03:47.36] You from the projects, your man ain't real\n[03:50.90] Getting house forced objects, it's like that? Yeah\n[04:05.47] Fuck your gun talk, play 'No Doubt', you 'Gwen' 'don't speak'\n[04:08.13] You ain't shooting nothing but air, you Nintendo Wii\n[04:10.86] Fuck the industry and fuck being in those streets\n[04:13.56] I'm from the low down, you can't even go in those peeps\n[04:16.21] It's an animal hunt, think I damage your hunt, your man in the front\n[04:18.99] Get snap shot without a camera, son\n[04:21.73] The animal's hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest\n[04:24.42] Well, not to the rats and the bird niggas\n[04:27.17] Fuck them, they can't stop you from getting your food ate, they just\n[04:29.83] Make it hard to eat like toothaches\n[04:32.53] Pause, difficult to eat like toothaches\n[04:35.25] I be having myself and I like shoelace\n[04:59.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BK All Day\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: Casualties of War\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: BK all day (all day, nigga)\n  start_ms: 11760\n 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you lay down)\nSo don't go our way (get from 'round these parts)\nCause we park our way (fuck around and get shot in the dark)\n\nHey yo, recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of N.Y\nLiving legends in the game, niggas been fly\nThink back when we first entered the stage\nLet that Brooklyn all rhythm and rage out the cage, nigga\nHow many MC's is screaming you the man\nBuck 'em down with that black Smith & Wesson in my hand\nChampion hood fatigues or black chuckers\nWith the soldiers war attire to murder motherfuckers\nI don't give a fuck, I've been jumped a hundred times\nStabbed a lot of niggas, committed a hundred crimes\nBitch, I ain't buying that, give you a rain check\nGladly pay you Tuesday for serious brain net\nSound boy burial, chichi man funeral\nHeads ain't ready to shoot, nigga salute\nThe elite and the wrath of the streets and gun play\nBusta Jux, Boot Camp, BK All Day\n(X2)\n\nStreets of hard knocks, where police swarm blocks\nWhere every other soldier keep their firearm cocked\nCome visit on that grind, it's a Brooklyn state of mind\nMake money, take money, a famous motto of mine\nWhen you find the hardest nigga, tucking in his shine\nThey know, the wolves'll get him if you blink one time\nSo it shouldn't be a mystery, the land of gangsta history\nThe general, the fever blade to hide another victory\nAll you niggas running your mouth, it don't mean shit to me\nLeaving your body numb like petro piplets with the Hennessy\nGot a shell for every single one of my enemies\nBrooklyn pumping blood through my heart, 'til the death of me\n\nThis is the original Bucktown police\nFrom the same block where they bust shots at police\nLike, blow, everywhere I look\nSomebody shook when they lost in the city of Brooklyn\nY'all know every block is danger\nIf you're not on point, somebody came up\nFuck a stranger, beware your neighbor\nCause when he broke, that's when he change up and bring the banger\nFinger on the trigger as we look closely at the car\nWhen he rides slow, cause we don't really know pa\nY'all know how we do around here\nWho we screw around here, if you're new around here\n(X2)\n\nYou hear my young boy go in, shotgun toting\nHeavy piff blowing, nigga back the fuck up\nWho you know fucking with the U.G.P\nUnderground Prince of Hip H-O-P\nI'm a worldwide hustler, Brooklyn gangsta\nWhen the East is in the house (oh my god) danger\nDid too much dirt to wipe my hands clean\nAnd I love new money, so fresh and green\nSee the borough run firm, we be on that bullshit\nFuck your baby mama, hit you up quick\nWe play with whole bricks, nigga get that weight\nRespect my grind, 7-1-8, great\n\nUse caution when you crossing that Brooklyn Bridge\nDon't get caught up out there with them Crooklyn kids\nReal gritty, that's just how we live\nFitted 59 fitties over Scarface grills\nBed-Stuy, to the East, to the 'Ville\nWe get hype when we eat, get in fights for the thrills\nWe in the house and the place getting filled\nFights live, do the break out, chain get peeled\nGirlfriends bang out, with airbrushed nails\nSnatch a bitch weave right out, her hair ain't real\nYou from the projects, your man ain't real\nGetting house forced objects, it's like that, B\n(X2)\n\nFuck your gun talk, play no doubt, you win, don't speak\nYou ain't shooting nothing but air, your Nintendo Wii\nFuck the industry, and fuck being in those streets\nI'm from the low down, you can't even go in those peeps\nIt's an animal hunt, think I'm playing with you son\nYour man in the front, get snap shot without a camera son\nThe animals hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest\nWell, not to the rats and the bird niggas\nFuck 'em, they can't stop you from getting your food ate\nThey just, make it hard to eat like toothaches\nPause, difficult to eat like toothaches\nI be having myself in knots like shoelace\n(X2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BK All Day (prod. by Dan The Man & Chris The Four)\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: Casualties Of War\n  duration_ms: 301897\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (X2)\n  BK All Day (all day nigga)\n  We spray y'all way (pop and you lay down)\n  So don't go our way (get from 'round these parts)\n  Cause we park our way (fuck around and get shot in the dark)\n\n  Hey yo, recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of N.Y\n  Living legends in the game, niggas been fly\n  Think back when we first entered the stage\n  Let that Brooklyn all rhythm and rage out the cage, nigga\n  How many MC's is screaming you the man\n  Buck 'em down with that black Smith & Wesson in my hand\n  Champion hood fatigues or black chuckers\n  With the soldiers war attire to murder motherfuckers\n  I don't give a fuck, I've been jumped a hundred times\n  Stabbed a lot of niggas, committed a hundred crimes\n  Bitch, I ain't buying that, give you a rain check\n  Gladly pay you Tuesday for serious brain net\n  Sound boy burial, chichi man funeral\n  Heads ain't ready to shoot, nigga salute\n  The elite and the wrath of the streets and gun play\n  Busta Jux, Boot Camp, BK All Day\n  (X2)\n\n  Streets of hard knocks, where police swarm blocks\n  Where every other soldier keep their firearm cocked\n  Come visit on that grind, it's a Brooklyn state of mind\n  Make money, take money, a famous motto of mine\n  When you find the hardest nigga, tucking in his shine\n  They know, the wolves'll get him if you blink one time\n  So it shouldn't be a mystery, the land of gangsta history\n  The general, the fever blade to hide another victory\n  All you niggas running your mouth, it don't mean shit to me\n  Leaving your body numb like petro piplets with the Hennessy\n  Got a shell for every single one of my enemies\n  Brooklyn pumping blood through my heart, 'til the death of me\n\n  This is the original Bucktown police\n  From the same block where they bust shots at police\n  Like, blow, everywhere I look\n  Somebody shook when they lost in the city of Brooklyn\n  Y'all know every block is danger\n  If you're not on point, somebody came up\n  Fuck a stranger, beware your neighbor\n  Cause when he broke, that's when he change up and bring the banger\n  Finger on the trigger as we look closely at the car\n  When he rides slow, cause we don't really know pa\n  Y'all know how we do around here\n  Who we screw around here, if you're new around here\n  (X2)\n\n  You hear my young boy go in, shotgun toting\n  Heavy piff blowing, nigga back the fuck up\n  Who you know fucking with the U.G.P\n  Underground Prince of Hip H-O-P\n  I'm a worldwide hustler, Brooklyn gangsta\n  When the East is in the house (oh my god) danger\n  Did too much dirt to wipe my hands clean\n  And I love new money, so fresh and green\n  See the borough run firm, we be on that bullshit\n  Fuck your baby mama, hit you up quick\n  We play with whole bricks, nigga get that weight\n  Respect my grind, 7-1-8, great\n\n  Use caution when you crossing that Brooklyn Bridge\n  Don't get caught up out there with them Crooklyn kids\n  Real gritty, that's just how we live\n  Fitted 59 fitties over Scarface grills\n  Bed-Stuy, to the East, to the 'Ville\n  We get hype when we eat, get in fights for the thrills\n  We in the house and the place getting filled\n  Fights live, do the break out, chain get peeled\n  Girlfriends bang out, with airbrushed nails\n  Snatch a bitch weave right out, her hair ain't real\n  You from the projects, your man ain't real\n  Getting house forced objects, it's like that, B\n  (X2)\n\n  Fuck your gun talk, play no doubt, you win, don't speak\n  You ain't shooting nothing but air, your Nintendo Wii\n  Fuck the industry, and fuck being in those streets\n  I'm from the low down, you can't even go in those peeps\n  It's an animal hunt, think I'm playing with you son\n  Your man in the front, get snap shot without a camera son\n  The animals hunting the animals, the pigs is the worstest\n  Well, not to the rats and the bird niggas\n  Fuck 'em, they can't stop you from getting your food ate\n  They just, make it hard to eat like toothaches\n  Pause, difficult to eat like toothaches\n  I be having myself in knots like shoelace\n  (X2)\n"}]