Boot Camp MFC Eastern Conferen
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Let's go
Yo, where that track at?
It's motherfuckin' O.G.C. with the Cocoa B's
Smokey La and Smokey Life
Put the battery in my back
For life, M.F.C., B.C.C
Sick 'em, dog (son!)
Ain't no time to waste, we in the race
All my peoples with me, they tryin' to get to first place
M.F.C. ways for life, I'm here to let you know
Time to wait for nobody, we tryin' to get dough
You didn't hear about Magnum force crushin'
The ones we couldn't trust, son, we just start bustin'
Eliminate the weak, stand firm with my strong
'Cause I want all my real peoples to live long
These bitches wanna be my telephone love
And I got to admit it
They heard it's Little Rock, now y'all niggas on my di-dick
You need to quit it
I cock gats then watch 'em spit it
To split it, your ass in half, so come get with it
It's representative, who never lack, no doubt
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out
I be the mack without the one-oh, so you know
I tear the veins out your ass like a strip of fronto
I run with the wildest plus stylish cats of way back
Whip, Wop, Big Joe, my uptown connects
When niggas got they tongue numb from stashin' the cracks
I was throwin' poppy, slow down with the taped-up gat
I moved up from that, now I flip legal trap
Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and raps
Still I get loot from my mans when I'm broke for smoke
I catch a dice game in the PJs, hit the bank and blow
Yo, startin' tension when I whip my sharks fishin'
Stompin' competition with lines from my compositions
Not to mention I'm beyond comprehension
Boy, I retire MCs then extort 'em for they pension
For instance, turn a master to apprentice
You defenseless, to go against this is plain senseless
I'm out flashin', spit my words like a MAC-10
You ain't lashin', flashin' my jewels like a craftsman
Perfect, flex on girt-neck niggas
Who claim that y'all done mastered the game, but y'all worthless
Start shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it
Keepin' niggas nervous, my M.F.C. at your service
At your service, motherfuckers
Anything else I would do for y'all bitch-ass niggas?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
M.F.C.!
Yo, I got y'all rap sissy fags under pressure
Shake it like earthquakes, Richter scale couldn't measure
Who let the monster out the cage, shark swimmin' through your sector
Behind you like back catchers
Head snuff, Rocknessa forever be the aggressor
Bring a mob of troublemakers, wet the whole set up
Calm your heifer, get that bitch a check up from the Mecca
I sell your whole crew black eyes like Uncle Fester
Renegade G, bruh, that'll be a know-it beeper
Cell phones, jewels, everything but your sneakers
Keep those, call po-po, I'll break your jaw
From M.F.C., motherfucker, we obey no laws
News flash, for all you bitch niggas who bruise fast
I cruise past your sensitive ass 'cause you won't last
In the arena, caught between reality and dreamin'
Schemin', get deleted by my team when you least expect it
I flip the script and I wreck shit
Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this
Don't sweat this 'cause Tek just scooped me up in the Lexus
Upset 'cause you slept when I was makin' connections
Travelin' 'cross the U.S., linkin' up with some of the truest
Revolution-est, niggas straight ready to do this
So let's do this
Word up, set that shit off, son
Sean Price in the house, nigga, never forget that
If that nigga keep riffin', I'ma split his shit back
And where you get that rap from? Don't make me slap dumb
Niggas up in the face 'til my people with the gats come
The track come from the producer who like to loop a
Type of hyper shit that make the world act stupid
You try to play me, son, you get a veiny one
I got crazy guns, aimin' them shits at your motherfuckin' cranium
Flamin' 'em, but in the long run, duke, I ain't blamin' 'em
For the shit they do 'cause they claimin' they entertainin', son
Maybe one day niggas just might see the ruckus
But fuck it, all y'all niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick
Word up, man, all y'all corny niggas eat a dick, man
Straight up, smack shit out of all y'all niggas
All y'all niggas corny as fuck, man
Word up, I don't give a fuck about none of y'all niggas
Ayo, Doc, let them niggas know, son, word up
The fewer the men, the greater the share of honor
Same shit applies when you smokin' marijuana
I never bow down, but shout out to these cajones
And swallow them whole with the order of tostones
My microphone is smokin' like a broke stove
So get close and this rap shit get dethroned
And beheaded before your sweat glands get sweated
Test the top gun without one, nigga, forget it
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Will, word up, man
Come on, man
For me, son, for me, son
I got to be on your dick for this shit right here, man
Come on, just one, one for me, son
Y'all niggas suck dick, my crew be on some I-don't-give-a-fuck shit
Or bobbin' our heads to that new Rock and Ruck shit
Me and O Strong been down for too long
We done seen these bitch niggas that's out now come and gone
Now don't get me wrong, I like when the hoes
Come out to my shows in GS-3-oh-ohs, nigga
Come back to my hotel and take off they clothes
Participatin' in all of Big O's
That's how it goes, we sit back, guzzlin' beers
They think Ryan, Tek, and Steele, and they ain't been out in years
I get hype, son, and set it on the scene
It is he, Hennyville from N.Y.C
Put it out, apostrophe H-E-N-E
Spo fuck with M.F.C., you get buried
Crip like Kerry, I know you niggas hear me
I puts it on from dusk to dawn, I stay worried
Woah, there he blow, woah, just like Moby
Dick in the dirt, up on the planet like Toby
All in it only, shootin' shots like Chidobe
You wanna know me, but all I think about is money
Cash, word up, William H
Cash and passion
Bonnie
Cash and passion
Hennyville, O.G.C., M.F.C. booth camp
Eastern Conference
Cash and passion