I Want Mine - Boot Camp Clik

It’s an all out warfare, a take over

The money, the rap the hustle, it’s all over

Even if your range is rover

It better be bullet proof when you’re paying your toll

'Cause, I might be dressed in uniform

One shot from Buckshot, nigga you gone

And, I don’t push the button for nothing

So if I start reaching you should start ducking, trust 'em

Where I come from, we plot for hours

On the block for hours, so the cops acknowledge

Every spot, every crack, every nook and cranny

But we still got that neighborhood crackhead granny

Like, «psst, child here they come»

«They gone it’s cool, now give me some»

Yeah, you see the power of the dollar

Like I said it’s a war, now this side you follow, nigga

I want mine

(I want mine)

And with this weapon here, fuck that I’mma lay 'em down

(Lay 'em down)

I want it all

(Want it all)

And fuck y’all, when you come through I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want this (what?)

Enough chips?

We front yeah

(Go ahead front)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want y’all, with your fake pounds, fuck around

(Huh?)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay 'em down)

Grand prize, strategize, niggas tryna organize

Timz n Hood Check, right back in the front lines

On the grind, all the time

Rhymes without the punchline

Just a few lessons you can use when it’s crunch time

Day one, knee deep, lotta work, little sleep

One root in the streets, one in the industry

Kick the door, let us in

Camouflage, Timberlands

Boot Camp assembling on the hunt for the dividends

Yo it’s the S-U-P-R

Putting niggas in ER’s

I see y’all, sleep on the kid like I won’t bust my heat off

Y’all don’t wanna test me, I’m strictly business like Leigh y’all

You fake fucks, you ain’t the type of niggas that we are

General Batista, Nigga don’t even

You just a toy soldier, your batteries need a recharge

Guitar smoke 'em like marijuana in my cigar

Nigga’s is dumb and I ain’t got the time to teach y’all

We scar niggas with rusty shanks like them bodequa’s

With a bad Mamacita that stack the shit in her knee highs

Mirra, yo we still in the hood livin la vida, loca

Swing for the fence like Sam Sosa

It’s ova, Eye on the prize hand on my toaster

Black for culture, keep it where I’m supposed ta

Bitch you can’t come close to my clique

You know what is approach an get hit

I want mine

(I want mine)

And with this weapon here, fuck that I’mma lay 'em down

(Lay 'em down)

I want it all

(Want it all)

And fuck y’all, when you come through I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want this (what?)

Enough chips?

We front yeah

(Go ahead front)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want y’all, with your fake pounds, fuck around

(Huh?)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay 'em down)

Yo, I’m spraying a round, I’m laying it down

Then dip in the whip, I ain’t stayin' around

Niggas think Sean playin' around

Put my fist in your face, watch how fast the god cave in your crown

Now, you ain’t king, stop claiming the crown

With your big red shoes, duke, I’m claiming you clown

Sean Price is the greatest in town

In a hood near you, big face, big eighth and a pound

Listen, this robbery rap

You can almost feel the chron in your back

When I tell you throw your hands up, man up

I bring a shotty to rap, like, «fuck rap»

If it ain’t me or my camp than it’s probably wack

Lay the whole shit down down like Nelly first single

He don’t know, somebody better tell him how we do

Metal will send you to hell in a single second

Don' tell me 'bout evil

The ain’t there for you, I’mma sell to your peoples

I want mine

(I want mine)

And with this weapon here, fuck that I’mma lay 'em down

(Lay 'em down)

I want it all

(Want it all)

And fuck y’all, when you come through I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want this (what?)

Enough chips?

We front yeah

(Go ahead front)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want y’all, with your fake pounds, fuck around

(Huh?)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay 'em down)

We got whores out sayin' «put them weapons away»

But any old way I’m reppin' the AK

Reppin' for BK, weaken the sensei

Looking to get paid

Niggas in my way

Lookin' to get sprayed

Straight from the PJ’s

Ducking from police, fucking if you creep

Trust me man don’t sleep

On my and my G’s, we leave you six feet

With no flowers, to sleep

I want mine

(I want mine)

And with this weapon here, fuck that I’mma lay 'em down

(Lay 'em down)

I want it all

(Want it all)

And fuck y’all, when you come through I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want this (what?)

Enough chips?

We front yeah

(Go ahead front)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)

I want y’all, with your fake pounds, fuck around

(Huh?)

And I’mma lay you down

(Lay you down)