Wreckin’ It

[Intro: BK The Original Bootsmoker & Double XX Posse]
A-keep it on, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop (Hey)
It's like that, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop
A-keep it on, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop (Hey)
It's like that, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop
A-keep it on, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop (Hey)
It's like that, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop
A-keep it on, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop (Hey)
It's like that, y'all (Hey), and you don't stop

[Verse 1: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
I got the shit to get you open and my finger's on the Glock
Praise to all my niggas that be hustlin' on the block (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yah, yah)
I'm raunchy with the flow that got you hyper (Come on)
Lyrics are hard as stone, penetratin' your dome (Ah)
You know my style (Yeah), I hook 'em then I uppercut 'em (Baow)
When niggas try to cross me, yo, they gots to get that head wet, pal (What?)
Thinkin' I'm a-lackin'? You be a maniac (Ah)
My Coalition is drive, my cannons and gats ready for war
And Sugar Ray is rugged with the raw
Niggas, they run for cover when they see the .44 (Baow, baow, baow), no question
I blast the microphone until it bleeds (What?)
Droppin' my enemies to their knees when I squeeze with ease (Ah)
That's how I motivate 'em, never late (Come on)
Niggas ain't got no word for a style this great, so how you want it, huh?
I'm representin' for Killtown
Holdin' the fort down with the rough neck sound

[Chorus: BK The Original Bootsmoker, MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
So all my niggas (Hey), and all my homies (Hey)
And all the bitches (Hey, yah, yah)
The Buddha smokers (Hey), the rough necks (Hey)
And rude boys (Hey, yah, yah)
To all the hustlers (Hey), and all the players (Hey)
And all the G's (Hey, yah, yah)
My niggas locked down (Hey), the gun slingers (Hey)
And slick talkers (Hey, yah, yah)

[Verse 2: BK The Original Bootsmoker]
Yo, it's the boot smokin' (Ah), punanis poppin'
Ill lyrical lunatic, funk-a-holic, so child, kid
Gettin' wild, comin' straight from the penile
So don't joke (Ah), or get your fuckin' boots smoked
Ayo, I'm representin' for my Coalition
The ill child niggas (Uh) gettin' wild on a mission
Now can you stand the rain?
'Cause you'll be goin' insane (Uh), wrecked by the skills of pain
This rap game I ain't new to
Yo, I be sparkin' mad fag MCs like a twenty sack of Buddha (Ooh)
Now everybody wanna be major (Uh)
Even crossover MCs now got this hardcore flavor
Like LONS said, "What's next?"
Kids with big shoes and dreads got bald heads and think they rough necks
But yo, we gonna check sh—
'Cause Double XX is in effect, kid, and yo, we gonna wreck sh—

[Chorus: MC Sugar Ray, BK The Original Bootsmoker & Double XX Posse]
To all my niggas (Hey), to all my homies (Hey)
And all the bitches (Hey, yah, yah)
To all the Buddha smokers (Hey), and rough necks (Hey)
And rude boys (Hey, yah, yah)
And all the hustlers (Hey), and all the players (Hey)
And re-G's (Hey, yah, yah)
To all the gun slingers (Hey), And slick talkers (Hey)
Brothers locked down (Hey, yah, yah)

[Verse 3: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, yeah, I got the mad flow
And I'm down with Double X to get the dough, now you know
(Emo) I'm goin' for mines just like a warrior
Whether it's three or four of ya, fuck that, I'm floorin' ya (Kaboom)
You best to watch your back, nigga, check it (Come on)
It's a Killtown thang and Double X is here to wreck it on the scrim (Uh)
I'm loungin' like the mack and livin' fat (What?)
Runnin' my game, black, 'cause I'm mean like that

[Verse 4: BK The Original Bootsmoker]
Ayo, here's the resume (Ah)
BK and Sugar Ray (Woo) is wreckin' shit to hit pay day
Lettin' your know that the year's nine pound
And we some wild niggas representin' outta Killtown (Yah, yah)
"Not Gonna Be Able To Do It" was the vibe of the last LP
Now we cold wreckin' sh—, G
Like M.O.P., we like it hardcore (Woo)
Yo, Double X is wreckin' things, rough, rugged and raw

[Chorus: BK The Original Bootsmoker, MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
To all my niggas (Hey), and all the homies (Hey)
And all the bitches (Hey, yah, yah)
And all the Buddha smokers (Hey), the rough necks (Hey)
And rude boys (Hey, yah, yah)
To all the hustlers (Hey), and all the players (Hey)
And all the G's (Hey, yah, yah)
My peoples locked down (Hey), the gun slingers (Hey)
And slick talkers (Hey, yah, yah)

[Outro: BK The Original Bootsmoker & Double XX Posse]
Uh, yeah
Yo, Double X representin' every day, all day, wreckin' things, know what I'm sayin'?
Ah, yo, to the whole Coalition, you don't stop
Uh, to my nigga Jami, you don't stop
Yo, to my brother Peter P, you don't stop
Uh, to my man Chuck X, you don't stop
To my brother KC, you don't stop
To my man Myheem, you don't stop
Yo, to my nigga Big Storm, you don't stop
And to my brother Sugar Ray, you don't stop
Yo, Double X is in effect, rock on, uh
Hey, hey
Hey, yah, yah
Hey, hey
Hey, yah, yah
Hey, hey
Hey, yah, yah
Hey, hey
Hey, yah, yah

[Skit: MC Sugar Ray]
I'm what every person needs
Code name: Money
Now I'm speakin' as an object
So listen up carefully
And remember this
'Cause I'm your main necessity