Boot Camp Clik - I Want Mine lyrics

[Verse 1: Buckshot] 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, n***a you gone And, I don't push the bu*ton 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, n***a [Hook: Buckshot, (Rock)] I want mine (I want mine) And with this weapon here, f** that I'mma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down) I want it all (Want it all) And f** 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, f** around (Huh?) And I'mma lay you down (Lay 'em down) [Verse 2: Steele] Grand prize, strategize, n***as 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 a**embling on the hunt for the dividends [Verse 3: Supreme] Yo it's the S-U-P-R Putting n***as 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 f**s, you ain't the type of n***as that we are General Batista, n***a don't even [?] You just a toy soldier, your batteries need a recharge Guitar smoke 'em like marijuana in my cigar n***a's is dumb and I ain't got the time to teach y'all We scar n***as with rusty shanks like them bodequa's With a bad Mamacita that stack the sh** 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 b**h you can't come close to my clique You know what is approach an get hit [Hook: Buckshot, (Rock)] I want mine (I want mine) And with this weapon here, f** that I'mma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down) I want it all (Want it all) And f** 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, f** around (Huh?) And I'mma lay you down (Lay 'em down) [Verse 4: Sean Price] Yo, I'm spraying a round, I'm laying it down Then dip in the whip, I ain't stayin' around n***as 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 P! [Verse 5: Rock] 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, "f** rap" If it ain't me or my camp than it's probably wack Lay the whole sh** 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 [Hook: Buckshot, (Rock)] I want mine (I want mine) And with this weapon here, f** that I'mma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down) I want it all (Want it all) And f** 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, f** around (Huh?) And I'mma lay you down (Lay 'em down) [Verse 6: ] We got who*es 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 n***as in my way Lookin' to get sprayed Straight from the PJ's Ducking from police, f**ing 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 [Hook: Buckshot, (Rock)] I want mine (I want mine) And with this weapon here, f** that I'mma lay 'em down (Lay 'em down) I want it all (Want it all) And f** 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, f** around (Huh?) And I'mma lay you down (Lay you down)