Performed in '06 at the casbah (hess village) king and queen downtown Hamilton

Lil Shook Bootleg '06 Flashback to the Casbah track 1 Stuck at the bottom rut rolling 3 butts I b fuct it shows emotional deep cuts If u creep like a thief in need what beef clutch Call my bluff I haven’t had enough I’m nuts On the point of breaking I’m adjacent to a weapon I’m not a blue collar I sit in the 8th section Take a breath in when I mash no half stepping Caressing death over rap cash collection Never seen like 2 eyes in a hurricane Doing what it takes retaining pure game It hurts but I burst whoever in 1st aim Forget bottles if I come back it’s to return pain I burn brains like tobacco in cigarettes U get burned like wacko jacko And little kids Wrong turns lead to big black holes where we live I’d dig a ditch like a backhoe for no bit track 2 {v3} {No Justice} On your block I chop until guilty If you’re not in a wheelchair smoking this u will be There hasn’t been dope like this since the old days This pot makes u cough lots and takes Rolaids Spinning from tanguray, hinny and alize These wake-n-bakes help u sleep away a day Let me get cash money no rain check Ill make u a slave dummy get your brain checked Steel city, T-dot, scar town, the valley Find me at 420 city hall rallies Ghost when I lay low with no dayshift Impatiently export dope at go stations I’m a thug in a game in love with fame A drug like Cain ladies are yelling my name Street in my veins street life in my blood Hit them up at king & James streetlyfe. WHAT! track 3 {v2} {No Justice} Stop hold up I might not be the baddest known Player haters suffer from mad at their dad syndrome I turn'em out like rat bitches, crack snitches Ur styles soft enough I could wipe my ass with it Fronting on me like u my brethren when your reverend? You’ve never led a life u could leave in 30 seconds Critical love isn’t unconditional, I matter more 1st over any sperm burping tavern whore Don’t get it twisted haters say I’m scared shook I aint mad at you though I am a half way crook But not scared of death or scared to look look, I aint prepared for less than a pound on a jooks Outta town they get took duck taped and bounded My background surrounds Hamilton Mountain I’m lounging don’t fuck around near this townsend You could be drowned downtown in the fountain track 4 Were drivers in the game your a hitch hiker We ride over your territory like 6 bikers My mouth is unstable work is verbally fatal In south-central Ontario province of angels Outta hell hitting a clutch at full throttle Stunt on punks for cash and a new bottle Adrenaline put them off guard outta breath Inhaling ventillen coughing hard nothing left I like a bad bitch that grab dick I’m dam-idged Not Ur average pen and paper pad kid Ill kick your ass worse than your old man did Without taking what he has in the past kid That’s y I puff cess and drop the best x Girls love when sex sweats dry fuck or undressed Girl I make bed sets move one room to next Be my guest let my cum bust over your breasts track 5 {v1} Rise Up I run game like a government when Harris had it Licensed to print money and drug habits I’m the realist mc you’ll c the realist there’ll b So sick-n-twisted half hamilton might leave Thug life red alert terror threat high Throw heck on no sweat u project suicide Stunt on thugs with no gun your on glue If I come thru I aim to inflame your crew Fuck it what’s justice I bin a bastard twice Satan’s choice sent me back to the after life U need bad guys like me to see harmony I sell more drugs than held at dell pharmacy A part of me smiles when bad cops drop From 16 shots let off a Hamilton glock Get off my Hamilton cock I’m more than u can afford My names shook I’m a crook fuck fame and awards