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Don't You Cross the Line (Explicit) - Boot Camp Clik
Written by：Boot Camp Clik
Yeah what up what up
Boot camp in the house
Sean p set it off yo
Hey yo the arm bone connected to the hand bone
N**ga the hand bone connected to the d**n chrome
Sean is a killer monkey barz Sean a gorilla
Great ape in the flesh the great 8 is the best
Duke I spit bodies and take name and take aim
At wack a** rappers
Who be thinking that they the king
Stop with the lies fore
I put a knot on your eye
Pop a popular guy pa plot your demise
It's not just a rhyme it's a actual fact
That the god would actually
Clap at any rapper that's wack
Internet n**gas using my image
You not Sean
Triple w dot get the f** k on dot com
I'm still g'd up g c'd up
B c'd up blaze the w**d up
Henny in my cup jump in my truck
Knuck if you buck
And bust if I don't trust so
Don't you cross the line understand
Or the gun's in my hand the gun goes blam
My sh*t don't jam murk you and your fam
In a military stance
Got you pissing in your pants
Yo I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers
You'se a fag
You roll with a bunch of butt munches
I will ghost you
But won't nobody call no ghost busters
Bet if you live
Next time you'll call some toast busters
I'm so gutter since you really shook
I whoop bouncers
My reputation precedes me
They know I could and would
Out countless hood pounce's
I beat fire out of n**gas like you
My right hand's a recliner
Lean back off that
Track of the pack of your cabbage fall flat
Smack of the earth
With your staff's jacked before that
Happen I'm boot camp
What you expect from me
I ain't asking for love
You f**kers better love me
So don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
Don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
Buck is mass murder I murder the masses
New or old school
I shoot up they classes
N**gas need glasses when you looking at I
To recognize bdi
I'm a crook' til I die
F** k y'all why
I was on the low with no dough
And y'all was like
Nah I don't no go
When y'all had yo flow
Now my attitude is so so
You jealous and you wanna
Tell po po for what yo
I don't sell no crack
I don't sell no coc*ine
W**d now or none of that
But I'm here for running rap
I tell you one thing f**k with that
Gun in your back
Boo you ka
Who you nah
Buckshot I was here before teacup died
No doubt one nation I'm done wasting time
Now my gun facing while you wasting lines we rise
Don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
Don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
This little n**ga went out
For a night on the town
With a cone head goodie
And a black four pound
Ran up to the door told them open it now
Fore I c**k back the hammer
And blow the sh*t down
Now you see how bad n**gas on my dick
Saying what you did to me when you ain't do sh*t
Cept hide behind your man
Cop a plea to my dude
Y'all n**gas is sweet easily become food
So stay in your lane homes
Before them tangs drawn
And it be you and all of your mans gone
Look ain't nobody doing a got d**n
Forever bcc is the fam
So sucker n**gas hate if you want
Get your chest blown out
Crack a n**ga blazing a skunk
I'm high as cheek levels you can't reach
Sipping on that
Nac tighten up the strap
F** kin' with this' bad b**ch'
And her name ain't Trina
Just a thorough b**ch told me
Stack and keep your feet up
I'm on mines double time
Yeah your boy gotta shine
And my life consist of more then just rhymes
N**gas hating on the bankroll
But n**ga front if you want
Stand under the halo
So don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
Don't you cross the line understand
Or you'll get this boy this sh*t boy
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy click click boy
Yeah if you cross me that'll be costly
Lose a lung or a limb
Slug puncture your artery
Go that away you're starting to bother me
When I'm frustrated guns blazing no apologies
F** k what they told you I don't know you
I don't owe you a d**n thing
F** k what you go through
I got issues of my own pistols made of chrome
Specially used to some dudes like you back home
