Boot Camp Clik

Boot Camp Clik - Illa Noyz lyrics

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You didnt know so let it flow my slang bang ya
 Crews move to my tunes before the Macarena
 Consider it danger
 Mongol slay it  play a beat like a perfect stranger
 Simple and plain give me the lane ahh
 Catch the beat like grand groove
 My hustle is mad smooth
 Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon
 Since you assume  youve seen my sun shining
 And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah vibing
 Wack venetian blinding
 Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times
 The Bucktown Judy
 Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be?
 The Illa
 You feel me in your inner
 I deliver deadly like postmen
 Im holding
 Hold up thats an understatement
 When the beats break it aint no move faking
 Im more them FBI guys with the rude awakening
 Further contemplation
 May lead to some titles being taken
 When its Noyz your facing
 Your placed in a stressful situation
 Chorus: Illa Noyz and Heltah Skeltah
 And it does
 Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
 Yes it does
 Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
 Yeah it does
 Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
 Yes it does
 Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
 [ Ruck]
 Here I am (here we go)
 T-A-W
 L Sean, here to bring trouble to
 Phony MCs I slap em up with my pistol
 Try to fuck with Ruck feel the heat from the missile
 Whats the issue?
 The issue is the topic at hand
 Niggas rip and never say shit when the shot in my hand
 Got the upperhand brotherman
 Sift through the knowledge
 God cipher divine rhymes will shine like polish
 [ Illa Noyz ]
 Demolish, Ill do just that
 Abolishing funny style cats with them wack acts
 Since that has been fact
 The underdog from the underground
 Leaves you facedown
 Like a therapeutic back massage
 Or police with a bogus charge
 Im pulling your card
 To scar is my specialty ( Yo it better be )
 See you dont have your cheat sheet for this test
 So take a guess
 And become the one to make a rational move upon, you gone
 Underestimating this Boot Camp bomb
 Chorus
 [ Rock]
 Yo, who is this dufis?
 Thinking he ruthless
 Broccoli your toothless
 Now you sound and look stupid
 You get your head spun around like a screw just
 For being the only girl in the town full of men like smurf Edna
 Little blue bitch
 Take a foul, fuck your mama
 Smack her if she never warned you about a walking bombita time-ahh
 I aint lying ya boys-ahh
 Thats a fair one ask Illa Noyz ( yup, yup, yup)
 And like my little nephew I break toys
 [ Illa Noyz ]
 The Boot Campian phantoms amp son
 Some of this mantel dismantle brothers with anthems
 Cheaters want me like them Champion clothes
 But home info
 Stuck inside your head congest like common cold
 When Im on flipmode
 Son Rampage the stage amaze after a Spliff Star
 Lord Have Mercy when I Bust them rhymes bar after bar
 See my mind spread, Its no longer a hobby
 Dont try me
 But I put that ass to beds so pull a Javi
 Chorus - 4x
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Author: Shawn M. Jones, Wayne Evans (2), Jahmal Bush, Sean Price

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: For the People (1997)

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