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Out_That_Boot_Camp_Clicc_-_With_Black_Menace

Artist:Mystikal 

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Mystikal Left, your left, left, your left (Dress it right) Left your left, left, your left (Cover down, soldier) Mark time, march, company (Left) Atten It's strictly representation of the Boot Camp Clicc [Incomprehensible] The M-16, A2, the nine millimeter beretta, aim You better be dressed for wet weather, soldier I get cold as North Dakota I'ma do whatever, whenever to run yo' muthafuckin' ass Back to the border Rock and roll ya' I control ya' I can hold ya', lock and load Thirty round clip, flesh gon' rip Ain't shit a tourniquet can fix, the booby trap tripped I drop P's and 203's on you MC's Ranked and hit the rooms, stand back, heave In danger, but in the Ranger I drank King Cobra's Out my canteen and smoked Optimos In the ashtray, violent, move silent Five meter hittin', single file counter You in my sights you gonna die You on it tight, keep yo' head down, eye's right All you dying on the battlefield strictly for survival I hope you got your Bible Bitch, I got my rifle Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc (I got my rifle and my) Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc (I got my rifle and my) Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc (I got my rifle and my) Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch, I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc I got my rifle and my rocks see I hope you know nobody can take me Handle my business I'm in this the winter You fuck the menace and you will be tasting my tennis And when I get finished you be needing a dentist I'm ready to end this, niggas defenseless When I be laying that shit down Hold up, where the fuck you going? Nah, nigga, don't quit now Reachin' up under your shirt Like you got a strap but you ain't using shit Fuck bringin' out guns, I'ma start drowning niggas Like Susan Smith 'cause youz a bitch Making me believe you other than a bitchcock It's drama time and I'm playin' The role of a black Alfred Hitchcock B double O T C A M P better be known where the best lay Now what the fuck that camp like (It's for life essay) I got my glock locked the fuck down And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug Much love to my niggas that's full off the buzz


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