Текст песни Boot Camp Clik f Illa Noyz - Had it Up 2 Here
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It`s going down baby!Bucktown, Duckdown baby [whispering]My B.C.C., Cocoa B`z, Top Dog [Sean Price]Starang where you at? B.D.I. Eye we got to thispeople, Don [Louieville]Niggas had it up 2 here [Louieville]A nigga had it up to here [Louieville]I`m tired of fallen` [Louieville]Slugs fallen` all day [Steele]Feelin` this, feelin` this [Steele][Steele]I`m in the ride rightGetting high right When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign rightAight money started acting fly Like I ain`t shit he the one that should be in the lime lightSaying he rhyme tight Coming all out his faceSaying that he`s better than any rapper that out rightI`m like look I care if you were dumb likeYour demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 micsI can care less who look likeOr who you rhyme likeLet me show what a real MC sounds like[Buckshot]I pulled up to the red light Somebody was parked on my right I heard them like K Ain`t you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever?What`s up with you now niggaAs a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love itMake you a million boy if you fuck withTrust me dog my flow is grimy Soon as spit you dog you`ll be the first to sign meListen your flow is aight though Really wasn`t tight thoughYou`re kind of loose with aight bite flowsGot me like WHOA!Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blowSpittin` but you bullshit me yoI can`t hear your ill sub-libsYou ain`t gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some timsBut you will respect the 4th StarOr I`m spit 4 at your sports carWhen you spit bar listen parYou better respect or I`m a have the checkLet the loan half of the check got yet HummmWho was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it wasNow move up[Tek]I had it up to here with y`all weak ass rappersDJ`s CEOs I want y`all to know I had it up to here with y`all hundred grand producersFake ass thugs, dress codes in clubsI had it up to here with y`all P.D.R`s Racist cops cheeba holders don`t me startI had it up to here with y`all wannabe starsTrying to be who you ain`t just be who you are, ManWho you think your talking beGet your head bust to the white meat, questioning meWon`t play cause I won`t pay what you think I`m a bitchNever tell who shot you what think I`m a snitchBut I will the order for them to smack you upClap you up, yo money lone we snatch you upThink you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like meWe had it up to here[Starang Wondah]Ayo, I was a broke working niggaThis rap got me money I had bitches; my good looks kept the honiesBut in the game niggas with real money They steal from me, when you mention my nameI changed the real money In the game after a few yearsI`m still hungry, put the band back togetherIts bout get real ugly yoI crush plenty guys, I had plenty wivesI`m on old school tapes I`m only twenty-fiveNiggas would doubt me, bitches talk about meThey both wouldn`t be shit without meStarang One[Top Dog]Yes, Yes Y`allY`all know niggas ready to brawl y`allHit the floor y`allThe 4-pound leaving all y`all wastedThe gun powder can you taste it The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitchCan you feel me?These bitch niggas trying to kill No what they do to me, to try to fool me seeD.O. stay sharp and on top of my gameSpittin` my flames, so don`t throw dirt on my nameI`m trying to hold lot of thing and make a whole lot of creamAll the plots and the schemes got me doing wicked things[Sean Price]Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughterGet the moment on the tape recorderGive copies out to every nigga up in the hood Let them know I`m not the nigga to fuck with up in the hoodGive me some weed, give some coke, give me some dopeGive your seed; give me your throat, give me some ropeChoking your bitch provoking your clickTo get guns, smoking a spliffYou`re throwing a fit, now that`s fun Backpack niggas acting all funny and shitTill I them that shit is wack they`re no money in thisAnd you female rappers I`m end your careers Rap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rearI`m the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your armYou the type to snitch, bitch Why you telling my moms listenY`all bitch niggas are bout as wack as comeDon`t make me clap you in the back of the ass when I`m done[Illa Noyz]We pack 10 billion, 987 million, 654 thousand321 hundred fans in housing know how we get down andWhat this shit about The Boot Camp sounding it`s astounding But I`m tried of it, questioning y`all budget I wanna snuff but I look him and be like ahh fuck itBut now I ride wit it when I blow I slide wit it All I know I`m Boot Camp and are niggasNow a days I had it up to here [Louieville]