Hate All You Want

(Intro-Rock)
Yeah, Boot Camp!
(Verse 1-Rock)
Go head, act like you dont know Boot Camp Clik
Go head, ask who, I will, 'I Stand Alone', God smash you
I will pop lamb the chrome at your broad and you
I will have Xzibit 'Pimp Your Ride' then carjack you
Have him shoot you dead, you stressin
Just cause your girl showed me her best Superhead impression
Im Don Rocko, rapper-slash-mutha ****in crook-
Slash-killer, got you mutha ****as shook, take a mutha * ***in look...
(Verse 2-Buckshot)
...At how you lookin and you look at me now
I had to move up, you pulled me down
Yup , now Im ****tin with no tissue
And this is my issue, Im not kiddin you
Yall say its forbidden for me to be a fly rap star
In a fly car, livin like yall
So, I dont pay you no mind
Go ahead, switch, have a gay old time
You that *****, rapper-slash-fan
Tryin to get on with your half -a-ass plan
I know, you a 'Watch When I'
Watch when I this, watch when I, but then I
Show yall mutha ****as how the indies do it
Duck Down, servin *****s like Wendys do it
Why yall fight over release date
Im droppin mutha ****in records every month, with a new briefcase, Im so
straight
(Verse 3-Sean Price)
Like six oclock, grip the watch
Off your wrist and watch as ***** get the cops
Sean Price quick to box, grip your gwop
Split your knot and go pitch piston rocks
You aint **** to Rock, you aint **** to me
Tryin to take out the team, thats some **** to see
We the number one independent
You a bird, go against your word, snitchin on your co-defendant, P
(Hook-Rock)
We Boot Camp! Yall can Hate it All You Want
Boot Camp! All you stunts , all you c****s
Boot Camp! Have us straight break all yall fronts
And if it go down, we all gon dump, Boot Camp!
Boot Camp! Yall can Hate it All You Want
Boot Camp! All you c****s, all you stunts
Boot Camp! Guns scrape damn near all yall smuts
Your man pop off, we all gon dump, Boot Camp!
(Bridge-Rock)
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Thats what we chant when we bout to get it on
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Thats what we chant when we bout to get it on
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Thats what we chant when we bout to get it on
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Boot Camp, its time to get it on
(Verse 4-Tek)
Yo, ten-hut! Thats how I move round with the nine tucked
Plus, Im in a black truck, the ARS Corsa
Window half down with a whistling sound
Next thing, you in a wheelchair bein pushed round
Hold up, wait a second, get the wrong idea of Tek
Cause you paralyzed dont mean I dont show you respect
But some of yall deserve more than two shots to your grill
Hit with a clip full, buried in products-ville, biatch!
(Verse 5-Steele)
My team thick like syrup, b-d-rrrrrr-up
My gun go, its time to roll, *****, hur up
Crime mind corrupt, never wanna burn up
Burn us, aint no tellin where your body turn up
Smif-N-Wessun, dirty, know its sure us
We said 'Headz Aint Redee', I dont think ya heard us
Now we back in position with the gat in the britches
Put the track in submission, its a wrap for you *****s
(Hook-Rock)
We Boot Camp! Yall can Hate it All You Want
Boot Camp! All you stunts, all you c****s
Boot Camp! Have us straight break all yall fronts
And if it go down, we all gon dump, Boot Camp!
Boot Camp! Yall can Hate it All You Want
Boot Camp! All you c****s, all you stunts
Boot Camp! Guns scrape damn near all yall smuts
Your man pop off, we all gon dump, Boot Camp!