Bubblin Up - Boot Camp Clik

What now?

Have a seat, calm down

This is where we had the meet

And the serious inside her, trapped in Cabana

Load ya llamas, cuz they coming with traumas

Plus I promised that it ain’t no coming back, this ain’t a game

Nigga, quit playing that running back, they ain’t planning to run it back

Yeah, you know it’s real out here

Ain’t no brass on this field, when they kill out here

Well the first thing we gotta do is gather the squad

Like chessboard pieces, we each playing a part

I could move like the bishop, or manuever the pawn

Catch us slipping from a distance, three moves, you gone

Check mate, game over, all your mens defenseless

I’m plotting takeovers, and we shut down business

Shine regardless, shine relentless

We putting work out and I ain’t talking physical fitness

Aiyo, I dumbed down my dialect and doubled my dough

Ya’ll muthafuckas better act like ya’ll know

Sean Price a scholar, well versed in the field of rap

Valedictorian, I don’t even feel the track

I feel you wack, think you need to step up your game

'Fore I knock you on the floor, pon' step on your frame

Listen, your raps are dumb, you rap for fun

I don’t, rap for fun, I rap for funds, P!

Hold up, it goes, one, two, three and to the four

Hold on, dog, you know the four hold three more

So, yo, one, two, three more into the four-four

No safety, the way you suckas 'pose to roll, you scared?

Heat big as my feet, that’ll crack your teeth

By mistake, when I back it out, if you standing in reach

Stupid, it’s war in the 'Ville

So I walk with that thing, that thing, like Lauryn Ms. Hill

Yeah I’m tempted, still thinking up plots to get rich

Still ride for the team, still ride with the fifth

Still some don’t get me, still riding my dick

D-O still got love for the shit, you punk bitch

And I’m, up early in the morning, yawning

Dough keep calling, the street team warning me

So watch my back, we got, snitches in the cut, ready to attack

So I, keep that strap, and keep my

Eyes on the boys, case them boys come back

So what?

You better move how I move in these streets, it’s hot

Know the real from the fake, and get beat, you think not?

If you get it, better keep it alot, go read

And know the hearts of these men you call peeps, now that’s deep

Don’t take much for a nigga to flip, change sides

Turn the heat up on a bitch, he gonna fold and hide

Perfect the grind game, get dough, stay low

Burn a strip and give it back, move somewhere and get more

My attitude is like