Lyrics:
code nine
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and
Fuck wit my Bucktown group
And in the night,
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin' the preview and
Fuck wit my Bucktown group
And in the night, the night, who roll the tight
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch
the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
Line you up like you're on parade
They will twist a screw into your neck
Until you crack and snap right back
A boot camp is what it feels like
What used
to fuck with me
So what cha'll here to represent -- Boot Camp
What we here to represent -- Boot Camp
What cha'll people represent -- Boot Camp
What we
to fuck with me
So what cha'll here to represent -- Boot Camp
What we here to represent -- Boot Camp
What cha'll people represent -- Boot Camp
What we
[G-Quikk]
Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight
Me & my nigga 'Cise....
We done hooked some smooth shit up for
Booty Boot Camp
Booty Boot Camp
Who said white girls can't twerk
Who likes to party I like to party
Getting naughty wit somebody licking liquor off
Boot Camp
Bring it son
Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry
And the hardrocks carry, with props and black hearts
Meet up with my
Boot Camp
Bring it son
Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry
And the hardrocks carry, with props and black hearts
Meet up with my
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
whoa!
Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow
Spittin' but you bullshit me yo
I can't hear your ill sub-libs
You ain't gotta feel boot camp
(human beings)
Other side you got the soldier getting ready for boot camp (soldiers)
They're both at war (this is life)
Stay with us
Did you ever
to the gross
Yeah boot Camp Clik, Killa Bees swarm on 'em
(Morgue corpses)
Be more cautious when God's bombin'
(They all soft)
Your all charmin beg no pardon
First Blood, Sean John Rambo
Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused
Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit
Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy
I welcome y'all to boot camp training Day
Fasten your seatbelts
Who shot ya
I don't know but you're best to call a doctor
Make sure them rookie
the boot nigga
It's like boot camp, baby
Call the valet, pull up in front
Drop the top and let them bitches see the guts
I drop the top and let you
Yo for my Boot Camp Clik and everybody
(???)
We come to see who in tha party
This is how we do
Everyday all day
Come on Come on yo yo
(Starang)
Hey
Feel and destroy when I step in the center.
A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,
Boot camp click no doubt that's right.
Now you sank in
out the streets
I joined the army but kept gettin in trouble for beatin on niggas
I was in boot camp tryna get kicked out but they wouldn’t let me they
real quick
And show 'em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik)
You know what they say about brothers who screwface
Upstate, yeah, they be gettin' laced
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
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