Sean Price, Boot Camp Clik, Wu-Tang Clan - Clans & Cliks lyrics

[Sean Price, Boot Camp Clik, Wu-Tang Clan - Clans & Cliks lyrics]

Shame on a nigga that try to run game
Get a hollow point rooted in
Your brain, Wu Tang, nigga
One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal
We the chosen few, here to
Go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and
Goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu Tang
Nigga magnum Force on the Last Stand
The world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war

Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran
Died with his man, shot up the cameras
Hopped in the van
Vanished, but son will come
Back tomorrow and blam
Rock is a damn animal, monster
Bigfoot, I will sasquatch ya to Godzilla
Take a quick look
Brownsville crook, get bright with the beam
Take your french vanilla, butter pecan
Ya ice and your cream

Monsta Rockness with my nigga Hot Nix
Flow like a pound of loud how
We got the spot lit
See that white light flash right
Before I hit you
I should've just rocked pinstripes
With the whistle, i'm so official
I'm so forreal, so physically ill
Sickness, no cure, no prescription or pill
Can’t stop the head crack
This is two 5’s and a 6
Wu-Camp Clik, you know my
Niggas do that shit, do that shit

Shame on a nigga that try to run game
Get a hollow point rooted in
Your brain, Wu Tang, nigga
One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal
We the chosen few, here to
Go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and
Goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu Tang
Nigga magnum Force on the Last Stand
The world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war

It's only natural
Actual facts are thrown at you
Impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Gun game is raw, I do things in person
Face my fears, fears embraced make this clear
That ain't fear no man except God, you hear?
P, now back to my typical verse
Murder, death, kill, Brownsville
Don't get hurt, p
Chief hard bars
Bullet to your brain frame is beef tartare
Bloody and gun hungry
Fallin' back with the war tower
Studyin' 120, call me back at the god hour
Knowledge my wisdom see me with Bernadette
You best acknowledge my wisdom
I got three kids and claim two on taxes
Popped three wigs and made
Two closed caskets, wu Tang

Shame on a nigga that try to run game
Get a hollow point rooted in
Your brain, Wu Tang, nigga
One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal
We the chosen few, here to
Go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and
Goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu Tang
Nigga magnum Force on the Last Stand
The world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war

This for diamond rockers, ice lit
Known to take off in choppers
Motorcycle gloves on
Drugs in the Benz poppers
Hood caviar, been savvy, God
Harry Winston bangles
Flooded with 40 karats of Pringles
A vet rhymer, fly as a jetliner
Look at the wall, mad pictures of my team
I regret grindin' brick paper, flip paper
Known to just vic paper
Yo slide off and rewind the time
Should the crumbs peep and
My niggas we eatin' this the movie makin'
Buy big jewels, fuck with the dimes
Oven roast one of y'all post
And tryna be the most
You not real, you fuck around and get lined
This is facts, either you winnin', god
Or gettin' taxed givin' zippers
Chest cave niggas and give 'em that
Meet the fly Jameson boys, 10 to 12 toys
Meet the voices
Buy your bitch oysters and blow her back out

Shame on a nigga that try to run game
Get a hollow point rooted in
Your brain, Wu Tang, nigga
One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal
We the chosen few, here to
Go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and
Goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu Tang
Nigga magnum Force on the Last Stand
The world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war

Incarcerated scarfaces
Cuban links and matchin' bracelets
Just comin' home from catchin'
Violent drug cases
Them the niggas I be fuckin' with
And groupie niggas eat a dick
New niggas out here doin' way
Too much sucker shit
On some wack shit, fuck this rap shit
Bust a Gat shit, Dru won't know what happened
'Cause I do a Doley, potato over pistoli
Fuck your fame, I want your
Life, fuck your Rollie, wu Tang

I flow fluently, who I be? That villain
Of your beeswax
Ease back 'fore I squeeze Gats
We don't need that, do we? Do we?
Just keep it rap, groovy
That lean and skinny jeans
That's why you rap booty
Hooties, kids in the hall
This is bigger than y'all
Monkeys in the middle
I'm like middle finger 'em all
I ain't got no issues
If you scared then get you a dog
I might Michael Vick you
Take from the rich and give to the poor

Real fire, man, grip the iron, man
Like Tony Stark
Throwin' darts, watch the shallow farce
All the homies sharks know the arts
Masta Killa bars holdin' Golden Arms-
Leg-Leg-Arm-Head to toe, dipped in camouflage
I Inspectah Deck rep Decepticons
GZA with the RZA
Y'all pawns on the chessboard
Cap ya dons, Chef up hard bars
This is god degree float like a butterfly
Sting like a killer bee

Boot Camp, nigga wu Tang, nigga
Boot Camp, nigga wu Tang, nigga

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