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I Want Mine
Boot Camp Clik
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You know what I'm sayin'?
Straight from the tizz, yo
It's a all out warfare, I take over
The money, the rap, the hustle, it's all over
Even if your Range is Rover
It better be bulletproof when you payin' your toll
'Cause I might be dressed in uniform
One shot from buckshot, nigga, you gone
And I don't push the button for nothin'
So if I start reachin', you should start duckin', trust me
Where I come from, we plot for hours
On the block for hours so the cops acknowledge
Every spot, every crack, every nook and cranny
But we still got that neighborhood crackhead granny like
"Psst, child, here they come
They goin', it's cool, now give me some"
Yeah, you see the power of the dollar
Like I said, it's a war, now this side you firin', nigga
I want mine (I want mine)
And with this weapon here, fuck that, I'ma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
I want it all (I want it all)
And fuck y'all, when you come through
I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want this (What?) and I'm chips (You front, yeah)
Go 'head, front and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want y'all with your fake pounds
I fuck around (Huh?) and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
Plan, plot, strategize, niggas tryin' to organize
Timbs and hood check, right back on the front line
On the grind all the time, rhymes 'bout the punchline
Just a few lessons you can use when it's crunch time
Day one, knee deep, lot of work, little sleep
One boot in the streets, one in the industry
Kick the door, let us in, camouflage Timberland
Boot camp assembly on the hunt for the dim of dim
Yo, it's the S-U-P-R puttin' niggas in ERs
I see y'all sleep on the kid like I won't bust my heat off
Y'all don't wanna test me, I'm strictly business like New York
You fake fucks, you ain't the type of niggas that we are
General with three stars, nigga, don't even revolve
You just a toy soldier, your batteries need a recharge
Retards, smoke 'em like marijuana in my cigar
Niggas is dumb and I ain't got the time to teach y'all
We scarred niggas with rusty shanks like them Boricuas
With a bad mamacita that stash the shit in her knee high
Mira, yo, I'm still in the hood livin' la vida loca
Swing for the fence like Sam Sosa, it's over
Eye on the prize, hand on my toaster
Black ball culture, keep it where I'm supposed to
Bitch, you can't come close to my clique
You know what it is, approach and get hit, trick
I want mine (I want mine)
And with this weapon here, fuck that, I'ma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
I want it all (I want it all)
And fuck y'all, when you come through
I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want this (What?) and I'm chips (You front, yeah)
Go 'head, front and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want y'all with your fake pounds
I fuck around (Huh?) and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
Yo, I'm sprayin' around and layin' you down
Then dip in the whip, I ain't stayin' around
Niggas think Sean playin' around
Put my fist in your face, watch out, faster God cavin' your crown
Now you ain't a king, stop claimin' the crown
With your big red shoes, dude, I'm claimin' you clown
Sean Price is the greatest in town
In the hood near you, big face, big eighth in the pound, brr
Listen, this is robbery rap
You can almost feel a crown on your back
When I tell you throw your hands up
Man up, I bring a shotty to rap like fuck rap
If it ain't me and my camp, it's probably wack
Lay the whole kid down, down like Nelly first single
He don't know somebody, better tell him how we do
Metal will send you to Hell in a single second
Don't tell me 'bout evil, the shine of death from you
I'ma sell your peoples
I want mine (I want mine)
And with this weapon here, fuck that, I'ma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
I want it all (I want it all)
And fuck y'all, when you come through
I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want this (What?) and I'm chips (You front, yeah)
Go 'head, front and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want y'all with your fake pounds
I fuck around (Huh?) and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
We got laws I'll say and put them weapons away
But any old way, I'm reppin' the AK
Reppin' for BK, we can sensei
Lookin' to get paid, niggas in my way
Lookin' to get sprayed, straight from the PJ's
Duckin' from police, we fuckin' if you creep
Trust me, man, don't sleep on me and my G's
We leave you six feet with no flowers to sleep
I want mine (I want mine)
And with this weapon here, fuck that, I'ma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
I want it all (I want it all)
And fuck y'all, when you come through
I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want this (What?) and I'm chips (You front, yeah)
Go 'head, front and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
I want y'all with your fake pounds
I fuck around (Huh?) and I'ma lay you down (Lay you down)
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