Текст песни Boot Camp Clik f Illa Noyz - The Chosen Few
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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