Boot Camp Clik - A-Yo lyrics

[Hook: Buckshot] It's like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know if it ain't about money better get far from me Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know, Ya'll want to get gully cuz it's bout to get ugly Like, A-Yoooo My street team's official so lets go Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know how we roll, if you ain't got no love So let's go [Verse 1: Tek] I picked up weight, someone big enough to do it If I should die tonight, I'd live through my music I done fed y'all stories when line was thorough Brooklyn! I'm just biggin' up my burrow Where fiends live in cribs and we all them squatters Tight clothes wearing a** n***as, we call shotta's It's just my rendition, when chefing in the kitchen Add in ice, to the water, for a hard, rock the [?]ing And hit a few doo's So I can kick a few flows And f** a few ho's That's how [?] goes But it Seems y'all done forgot us come late Just to remind 718's the great (b**h) [Hook: Buckshot] A-Yoooo Ya'll know if it ain't about money better get far from me Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know, Ya'll want to get gully cuz it's bout to get ugly Like, A-Yoooo My street team's official so lets go Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know how we roll, if you ain't got no love So let's go [Verse 2: Steele] Stand back n***a, the Brooks in here Only 'cept for this time, it's off the hook this year They don't know you can't be doing this without no spine Bout to give you what we held back all this time Do my shave test on it And my AIDs test on it Then my latex on it Make sense don't it? Silly a** broads with they games, I can't be stuck with Family, My money and my vision not to be f**ed with I really don't like you, really can't stand you Hell naw we ain't laughin' with you, we laughin' at you When my goon squad get to gettin', we gettin' at you Ask me how I does it, It's nothing baby it's natural [Hook: Buckshot] A-Yoooo Ya'll know if it ain't about money better get far from me Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know, Ya'll want to get gully cuz it's bout to get ugly Like, A-Yoooo My street team's official so lets go Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know how we roll, if you ain't got no love So let's go [Verse 3: Buckshot] Guess who's back for the title like Mayweather Buck, with a black duffle bag and a grey sweater If they ever, think I ain't gon' get it, watch me If your food in my face I'll leave your plate sloppy And you got to be out of your mind If you think I ain't gonna sideline listen in to y'all rhymes, come on Who else on your label besides you? Oh word? That's cool, do as I do First of all, know your retail, what we sell, the wholesale This one n***a frontin' like you know the game so well sh**, I ain't got time, I'm on the scale Everything gotta be weighed and if it's frail then it's gotta bail I'll sell a hundred thou, you sell a mil But a get paid of my hundred, you just blunted with your man Will You can act like you want it if you will And I can shut sh** down This is Duck Down we cuttin' deals [Hook: Buckshot] A-Yoooo Ya'll know if it ain't about money better get far from me Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know, Ya'll want to get gully cuz it's bout to get ugly Like, A-Yoooo My street team's official so lets go Like, A-Yoooo Ya'll know how we roll, if you ain't got no love So let's go