Boot Camp Clik

Boot Camp Clik - 1-2-3

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[Verse 1-Buckshot]

Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G

With the Mac by my lap and they envy

The fact that they can't see me

Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin', smokin' black with ease

Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy

Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met and won't let me breathe

Fuck that, my mind on my movement

'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this

"Who this nigga next to me?"

Like you give checks to me, nigga, it's respect to me

Let them niggas step to me and I'll handle my biz first

Then call up my team and they'll handle they biz worse

This shirt that I wear on my back

Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks

Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat

I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga

[Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)]

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns

The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro

The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

[Verse 2-Sean Price]

Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat

I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that

Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow

Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco

Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat

For talkin' dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak

Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E

Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET

Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap

So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit

Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon

Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms

No way, Jose Canseco

Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o

Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those

Niggas at the dice game frontin' with bankrolls

[Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)]

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns

The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro

The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

[Verse 3-Tek]

Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money

Remember these same people broke and bummy

Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy

You spendin' all the Grant's and givin' Jackson's to wifey

Now I got haters wantin' to ice me

I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me

And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys

Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy

I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up

Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up?

But I'm straight, my flight, they even need me

On the ground at nine, that's more time to grind

[Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)]

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns

The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)

I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd

(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro

The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

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