Mystikal, Fiend, Black Menace - Out That Boot Camp Clicc lyrics

Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
I got my rifle and my rucksack

Mystikal left, your left
Left, your left, dress it right
Left your left, cover down soldier
Mark time march company! (Left) atten - hut!

It's strictly representation of the
Boot Camp Clicc
Got to find, got you runnin that train!
The M-16, A2, the nine millimeter Beretta
Aim!
You better be dressed for wet weather soldier
I get cold as North Dakota
I'ma do whatever whenever to
Run yo muthafuckin' ass
Back to the border, rock and roll ya'
I control ya' I can hold ya' lock and load
Thirty round clip, flesh gon' rip
Ain't shit a tourniquet can fix
The booby trap is tripped
I drop P's and 203's on you MC's
Rank done hit the room, stand at ease
In danger
But in the Ranger I drank King Cobra's
Out my canteen and smoked Optimos
In the gas chamber, violent, move silent
Five meter interval, single file column
You in my sights you gonna die
You on it tight keep yo head down, eyes right
All you dying on the
Battlefield struggling for survival
I hope you got your bible
Bitch, I got my rifle

I feel like no nigga alive can take me
Handle my business I'm in this to win this
You fuck with the Menace and you
Will be tasting my tennis
And when I get finished you
Be needing a dentist
I'm ready to end this niggas defenseless when
I be laying that shit down hold up
Where the fuck you going? Nah
Nigga don't quit now
Reachin' up under your shirt like you got
A strap but you ain't using shit!
Fuck pullin' out guns I'ma
Start drowning niggas
Like Susan Smith cause youz the
Bitch making me believe
You other than a Bitchcock
It's drama time and I'm playin' the
Role of a black Alfred Hitchcock
B double O T C-A-M-P better be known
Where the best lay now what
The fuck that camp like
(it's for life ess-say)
I got my Glock locked the fuck down
And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug
Much love to my niggas that's full
Of the bud, G-Slimm what up, cuz?
I buzzed off the suds partna' I
Does what I want to
You tink your pretty C-A T smart don't you
That first step's a loo-loo
And I'm too through
So chill bailin' straight from
The five oh-four
So slow your roll and recognize the real

It's a long way from home
Can't escape the killin'
Feel ready to kill casket feel for real
Twistin' the night away AK's the weapon
Step into the darkness this
Nigga be heartless
With the steel feel me as I
Duck your guts upon a corner
Down for the funk smell the
Aroma death I'm on ya
Erase your blood stains ghetto
Train like a pit
Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six
Minus one up out the chamber
Endangered species be me when I'm in
Anger rearrange your structure
Bustin' at you bustas USA to Russia
Fuck you never trusta' Bitch I'm
Out that boot camp!

Mystikal:
Company (Left) GrrrrrrrrhoOOOOOOOOO!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hee!
(Forward, Mystikal)
ForwardmaRCH! (Move Left) left go Left
Left go Left left go Left
Left go Left left, Left inch Left
Go Left right just right go Left
Left double it down go left right left
Left, Left, Left, Left, Left

Black Menace: Big Rob been chillin'
Black Menace Aaahh Aaahh Aaahh Heeeee