Don't You Cross the Line (Explicit)-Boot Camp Clik

歌手 : Boot Camp Clik

专辑 : The Last Stand

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:55

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TXT Don't You Cross the Line (Explicit)-Boot Camp Clik 文本歌词

Don't You Cross the Line (Explicit) - Boot Camp Clik

Written by：Boot Camp Clik

Yeah what up what up

Boot camp in the house

Sean p set it off yo

Hey yo the arm bone connected to the hand bone

N**ga the hand bone connected to the d**n chrome

Sean is a killer monkey barz Sean a gorilla

Great ape in the flesh the great 8 is the best

Duke I spit bodies and take name and take aim

At wack a** rappers

Who be thinking that they the king

Stop with the lies fore

I put a knot on your eye

Pop a popular guy pa plot your demise

It's not just a rhyme it's a actual fact

That the god would actually

Clap at any rapper that's wack

Internet n**gas using my image

You not Sean

Triple w dot get the f** k on dot com

I'm still g'd up g c'd up

B c'd up blaze the w**d up

Henny in my cup jump in my truck

Knuck if you buck

And bust if I don't trust so

Don't you cross the line understand

Or the gun's in my hand the gun goes blam

My sh*t don't jam murk you and your fam

In a military stance

Got you pissing in your pants

Yo I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers

You'se a fag

You roll with a bunch of butt munches

I will ghost you

But won't nobody call no ghost busters

Bet if you live

Next time you'll call some toast busters

I'm so gutter since you really shook

I whoop bouncers

My reputation precedes me

They know I could and would

Out countless hood pounce's

I beat fire out of n**gas like you

My right hand's a recliner

Lean back off that

Track of the pack of your cabbage fall flat

Smack of the earth

With your staff's jacked before that

Happen I'm boot camp

What you expect from me

I ain't asking for love

You f**kers better love me

So don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

Don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

Buck is mass murder I murder the masses

New or old school

I shoot up they classes

N**gas need glasses when you looking at I

To recognize bdi

I'm a crook' til I die

F** k y'all why

I was on the low with no dough

And y'all was like

Nah I don't no go

When y'all had yo flow

Now my attitude is so so

You jealous and you wanna

Tell po po for what yo

I don't sell no crack

I don't sell no coc*ine

W**d now or none of that

But I'm here for running rap

I tell you one thing f**k with that

Gun in your back

Boo you ka

Who you nah

Buckshot I was here before teacup died

No doubt one nation I'm done wasting time

Now my gun facing while you wasting lines we rise

Don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

Don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

This little n**ga went out

For a night on the town

With a cone head goodie

And a black four pound

Ran up to the door told them open it now

Fore I c**k back the hammer

And blow the sh*t down

Now you see how bad n**gas on my dick

Saying what you did to me when you ain't do sh*t

Cept hide behind your man

Cop a plea to my dude

Y'all n**gas is sweet easily become food

So stay in your lane homes

Before them tangs drawn

And it be you and all of your mans gone

Look ain't nobody doing a got d**n

Forever bcc is the fam

So sucker n**gas hate if you want

Get your chest blown out

Crack a n**ga blazing a skunk

I'm high as cheek levels you can't reach

Sipping on that

Nac tighten up the strap

F** kin' with this' bad b**ch'

And her name ain't Trina

Just a thorough b**ch told me

Stack and keep your feet up

I'm on mines double time

Yeah your boy gotta shine

And my life consist of more then just rhymes

N**gas hating on the bankroll

But n**ga front if you want

Stand under the halo

So don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

Don't you cross the line understand

Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy

Don't you walk around like you raw

Or you'll get hit boy click click boy

Yeah if you cross me that'll be costly

Lose a lung or a limb

Slug puncture your artery

Go that away you're starting to bother me

When I'm frustrated guns blazing no apologies

F** k what they told you I don't know you

I don't owe you a d**n thing

F** k what you go through

I got issues of my own pistols made of chrome

Specially used to some dudes like you back home