Lyrics:
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
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
[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
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
a life
Yo, maybe I could fit in
Maybe if I didn't sin
Maybe I would be a good recruit
For that old boot camp
Rob a stand for approval
Everyone's in need
[echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp
[Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas]
I'm a nigga for
B prints in my way
Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days
No roof, snow boots, and that Persian (?)
Perving the 80's, you ain't never
BARKIN and beefin
For DRUGS they would arrest us
Now they OFFERIN treatment
My OFFERIN to the GLOBE live outta zombieland
Me on my SOAP BOX on TOP
stamps
Projects' like boot camps
Wit generals cookin' chemical warfare
Ki's to a mayor, I ain't seen ya ass in four years
The law bears down
of where it all started Buck town
Boot camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to speak to the real MC's
'Cuz the weak MC's, will win
bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners til the end
From the heart of where it all started
Bucktown, Boot Camp representin' for all the dearly
and I'ma killa mane
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll
global fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by
tricks
She like drugs, pure codeine (Lean)
I been reached Paris (Paris)
Dressed like I'm Francois
Je m'appelle Jony
Jony, I'm je ne sais quoi
Yes
I'm
touched a drug
Don't expect a hunter
Don't thank Lil' Wyte don't be getting fucked up
XTC pills ooh make you feel
Like man of steel
Make me get up with
where they want us underneath their boots
From sea to dying sea through amber waves of flames
Our lady liberty no longer lights the way
One foot in
blend't wit' Elder Root
Had'm skydiving, no parachute
Boot-worked the snow, it was weatherproof
I switched the treatment, now it's bearing fruit
I dedicated
Dower
Campin' out, camp for hours
Cd look like CN Tower
Gotta grave and a flower
Young nigga he came from powder
Got finesse, got drugs, Novocaine
Castle bargain
They offer me a lot in the army
But I'd rather get it second hand from the Salvation Army
'Cause times are getting harder than boot camp
Nigga, fi gunshot
Mafi play big shot
Shoot up them drug spot
Rude boy say fuck cop
Sean P and Buckshot
Buckshot, slugs fly
'Nough man a die for them
changes during a lifetime
Maybe the cobbler tries a new heel on a boot, crops are rotated
But nothing changes how people are
What they spend their time
Even mines talking when I pull up in the Benz
Mike Pence, way I'm tryna start some camps in this bitch
Got my foot on the gas and I'm heading for a ditch
a Cuban
They know the 'quence, of snitchin', you get the boot man
Or they'll put a razor to your head like a boot camp
Ah, Ah, this ain't new, man
Two tings
biggity-bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts
in my hood I'm like wassup with somethin that's on us
groovin with the Hypnotized Camp Posse boys
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