Lyrics:
I'm more than my father
Producer of the camp, i'm the chairman like la parka
Ask certain people and they'll say my name is parper
Eating out there
Scream No Limit 'cause I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
Smif-N-Wessun
And we do it like this
To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
Ruck and Rock
Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
Yo, roll that up
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
perfect ready to wreck any
Boot camps the best host from east to west coast
Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats
Like this, like that, I'm
Luca Brazi in some new Versace’s
I Shoot the shotty I don’t do karate
My view Godly got Buddha by me
My boo foxy like Uzumaki
She out here lookin'
Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
That's a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin' in his bloody boots
Yea
jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many Niggaz can vouch
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in
You ain't in boot camp anymore
We were taught to shoot our rifles
Men and women, side by side
Thought we'd be met as liberators
In
S'goooo
Camp Ca$h, CC
Yeah, Ca$h Gang, swag gang, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
Aye
Ca$h Gang, fast lane had to double back
Trop World, Camp Ca$h
niggas do what they want.
Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged with my squad
before you tow out it, g.
I'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me
But I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz
And lamp in the camp with the rest
something of a yes-sir connoisseur
You'd sell out all your friends
To further your own ends
Because you're a
Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
fuck with her (woo)
Spot jumpin', now you know that it's here (let's go)
Soft skin like it's out a bikini
Took a rose right out a martini
One balloon
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under
[ Buckshot ]
Most definitely
We up in here
Boot Camp Clik
On the beat...
TY Dizzle
Ah
One Shot Deal
Duck Down in this muthafucka once again
Let's do
out here just to get a little fame
Said I'm switchin' up, nah y'all are just stayin' the same
I elevated, evolved, I even changed the name
Mental boot
Shit today is Sunday we both can be there on Monday
Life is funny like that, what bug the fuck out
Sometimes I take it to the church in terms of thug
all good
But I was young
didn't know any better
Although I did comp out the boot-camp
Fly to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies
business
So when dick riders slide around, I dismiss shit
And get wit, Boot Camp Clik, how we flip shit
On the regular, forever stay on our own dick
she ever knew
Left you by 1 told Ca$hOutJony "I see you by 2"
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was
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