Buckshot - D.I.R.T. (Another Boot Camp Clik Yeah Song) lyrics

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Buckshot - D.I.R.T. (Another Boot Camp Clik Yeah Song) lyrics

[Rock] Yo, son, let these n***as know, the ruler's back, n***a, stop stop lying With goons and lots of iron, I pop, shots flying Anybody try and dying violent, Rikers Island style Tyrants like sirens crying, and hide, off with your highness Me, I'm such a don, I'm Don Rocko Ain't gotta lift a finger, they say you the God, watch holmes Have n***as at the dinner table with bibs Playing with your kids and they'll straight San Andreas your crib It's heinous, it is, it's music to my ears, max blaming Monster mentality, ya'll n***as got meerkat manners If you can't for that stand up, and fear gats, man up All my rapper n***as, yeah yeah, I can't stand up f** outta here, you so sub par, you sub leasing Subway sandwich eating, s**er type, s**ing your teeth I substitute the subliminal shots With some sh** that sound like a sub woofer when it go RAH RAH! [Hook: Rock] Yeah, tell them n***as that's that dirt right there Tell 'em watch yourself, you could get hurt right here All they gotta do is say the word like yeah Middle fingers in the air, like yeah Tell 'em n***as that's that dirt right there But tell them watch yourself, you could get murked right here It's funny, we so violent but your birds right here We like yeah, middle fingers in the air, like [Sean Price] Yo, right now, I'm in the I don't give a f** mood f** you, courtesy of Ravishing Ruck Rude Any n***a I fought, owed me money Said some wild sh** about me, bout to hold these dummies Word to my mother, thug a thug n***a the f** out Smack taste out your face, this is what Ruck bout f** is you bout pa, better be out, pa n***a thought about it, left like southpaw Pay attention to my sobriety One drink and I'm thinking like Menace II Society Have n***as spray that n***a, a-racks n***a Getaway clean Al Green eight-track n***a So so flows and bozo hoes I k** 'em all for free like a promo show My flow is so cold, ho blow ya nose Soul in the hole, you bowling, catch a hole in your sole, bong! [Hook] [Sean Price] Yo, I'm the illest n***a that you heard thus far Worldwide coverage like Russ Pa Two man wrecking machine, wreck your regime Grab the, sket from my jean, duke can wet up your team Listen, I'm the best at it, take a rest, f*ggot In the twelve step program, you a meth addict I be the new chief of the 'Ville With a gun that'll blow stew beef out your grill, P [Rock] n***a, I chase n***as down with the pound, click and blaow rounds You chasing n***as going BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW h*mo a** n***as, Omar minus the tough sh** Just a snitchin', and s**in' dick and dick in the bu*t sh** Ill, I ain't the n***a you owing dope, pay him his ones I'm Count Rockula, take it in blood n***a I'm so dirty, huh, rest in peace to Ol' Dirty n***as can't cheat me, but your ho can jerk me [Hook]

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