Out That Boot Camp Clicc - Radio Version

Mystikal
 Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
 Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
 Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
 Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
 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. Mystikal...
 Left, your left
 Left, your left, dress it right
 Left your left, cover down soldier
 Mark time march
 Company! (Left!)
 Atten---hut!
 It's strictly representation of the Boot Camp Clicc
 Got to find, got you runnin that train!
 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
 Rank done hit the room, stand at ease
 In danger, but in the Ranger I drank King Cobra's
 Out my canteen and smoked Optimos
 In the gas chamber, violent, move silent
 Five meter interval, single file column
 You in my sights you gonna DIE
 You on it tight keep yo head down, EYE'S RIGHT
 All you dying on the battlefied struggling for survival
 (I hope you got your bible) BITCH!!! I GOT MY RIFLE!!!!!!!!!!!
 I feel like no nigga alive can take me
 Handle my business I'm in this to win this
 You fuck with 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 the 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 ess-say) 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 of the bud, G-Slimm what up, cuz?
 I buzzed off the suds partna' I does what I want to
 You tink your pretty C-A-T smart don't you
 That first step's a loo-loo and I'm too through
 So chill bailin' straight from the five-oh-four
 So slow your roll and recognize the real
 It's a runway from home can't escape the killin
 Feel ready to peel casket feel for real
 Twistin' the night away AK's the weapon
 Step into the darkness this nigga be heartless
 With the still feel me as I duck your guts upon a corner
 Down for the funk smell the aroma death I'm on ya
 Erase your blood stains ghetto train like a pit
 Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six
 Minus one up out the chamber, endangered species
 Be me when I'm in anger rearrange your structure
 Bustin' at you bustas USA to Russia
 Fuck you never trusta' Bitch I'm out that boot camp!
 Company (Left!) Grrrrrrrr... HOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hee! (Forward!!)
 (Mystikal...)
 Forward... MARCH!!!!! (Move Left!!)
 Left... Go Left
 Left... Go Left
 Left... Go Left
 Left... Go Left
 Left, Left inch Left
 Go Left right just right
 Go Left, Left double it down go left right left
 Left, Left, Left, Left, Left
 Black Menace:
 Big Rob been chillin'
 Black Menace Aaaaahh Aaaaahh Aaaaahh Heeeee
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