Operation Lockdown

Intro:

Ruck and Rock taking you up a notch higher

I mean it was cool aht first yunno

Jus yunno rapping about nuhthing

Buht then like whut happened wuz

[B.C.C.] The people they started yunno to talk about tings that make sense

[B.C.C.] I wuz like "What the fuck?"

[B.C.C.] People with real shit I wuhlike "Get the fuck outta here"

[B.C.C.] Whaddo they think they doing?

[B.C.C.] I dunno where that shit come from man.

[B.C.C.] I wuz like, "Yo it's fuckin amazing" right?

[B.C.C.] Real

[B.C.C.] It's real, I don even know how the shit start

Verse One: Rock, Ruck

It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door

Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more

Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North

Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off

It's on now; gettin down in the trenches

Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches

Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique

disperse and then they transform to chess pieces

On fake grounds never spare clowns

Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down

Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies

Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate

Demonstrate, tactics you need practice

First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards

I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond

limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)

Dat's word, Sean don't give a

Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)

And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter

I got your name number address plus your picture

Chorus:

This is the B.C.C., N Double D

In the Ninety-Now we lock it down

This is the B.C.C., N Double D

In the Ninety-Now we lock it down

Verse Two: Ruck, Rock

Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word

that get niggaz locked up in seventy-third

Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that

Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at

You lack with the skills that it takes to make

ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak

My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown

On your radio station whoever got the hot sound

Who wan tess y'all?

Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all

Guard your chest y'all

Nothing can protect y'all

From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all

We runnin through your set y'all

Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all

Yesh yesh y'all

I crack backs North South East and West y'all

We know fresh y'all

I did do I guess y'all

I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure

Ready to wet y'all

Place your bottom dollar bets y'all

Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all

Nevertheless y'all

We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all

Lock it down with the full court press y'all

Chorus: 2X

Ha ha ha haaa

This is the year, the Ninety Now

On with the flows, conversations over beats

Do not touch microphones

I repeat, do not touch microphones

This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now

Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how

you can get with the shit that we got

Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man

we keep shit locked down

Kid, duck down [B.C.C.]

Lock it down lock it down [B.C.C.]

Operation Lockdown [B.C.C.]

Lock it down lock it down [B.C.C.]

[B.C.C.]

Locked down [B.C.C.]

The weak do not stand a chance [B.C.C.]

[B.C.C.]

This I promise you [B.C.C.]

[B.C.C.]

Chorus 2X