Boot Camp Clik - Go For Yours Lyrics
[chorus: d. real]It be the b.t.js, wit lyrics for allWe be on point wit the joints, cuz we takin no fallSo imma go for mine (so son, go for yours)Yo imma go for mine (so son, go for yours)[el sha]My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicksThe kids that only deal wit that type of nonsenseYou cant get wit, d.k.s. self evidentAdolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant[lil knock]The time was approximately eleven forty threeWhen the d called me, and told me, we must beLyrically, the best that he says, theK n o c k, and s and k, its sprayComin away, the b.t.j., it be theyImma hold it down, wit soundsLike clowns, walk the trey poundNow in the underground, b.t.j. just enteredRemember, the s comes last like decemberOnce shit ***** its time to rock like the monstaIn reality, b.t.j., is lyrically responsible for all difficulties[el sha]My lyrics oppose a threat to the best m.c. yetAnd appears nightmares for those who sleptAlso the biters, claimin they writersThey need to think about what they talk aboutWhen you exposin your dirt, thats when you dummin outDwellin in the pjs, all day, hangin out wit nothin to doThem rebellin niggas is mad, cuz Im tellin the truthHittin yo wit mind craftin, flows to molecular cord graphin[chorus 2x][lil knock]Aiyo one day it was me and the dWalkin down the street, some niggas stepped to meSaid are you lil r-u-t-i-zHe said I heard you nice on the mutha*****in m-i-cBattle me, battle right here, and lets seeSo we kicked a verse that didnt hurtSo I hit em worst, to let him know I dont play those gamesSave em for the jerks, d. verbs said son, let me get someI said no, cuz hes a victim, and he probably in my premisesYou know when I open my book wit my lyrics Im endin this(no question) all this shit he poppin in my ears*****in ejected, he cant hang wit my styleLook now, heres man fillin it, back to like what I was sayinI start extortin, Im not playinYou want lil knock? I come on your block***** and then start sprayin, lyricsSo dont start what you cant finishCuz I will be sure to end whatever you created[el sha]Mentally you cant functionPhysically you dead wit the push of this buttonExplosion be corruptin, from the expert of executionI met lil knock at the junctionHe was talkin about walkin, to the tree spotWe took the l to new rox, we got stopped by two copsTalkin about where the two glocks? , we doo wopsHow was I two glocks? man, its too hotAnd Im cold, so let me go, I never holdWhoever told you, that I do la?Lil sha, ***** a do or dieNigga die, because of what they doI do what I do wit my crewPo-po was hype, they was like you bite, stick wit the mic deviceDrivin off, said have a good nightPersonally I might, and all that shit I said was a psych[break]So whos the crew that give nightmares to those who slept (d.k.s.)Constantly flown wit finesse (d.k.s.)Puttin all comp to rest (d.k.s.)Be the best so you cant contest
