Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boot Camp MFC Eastern Conference, artist - O.G.C.. Album song The M-Pire Shrikez Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Boot Camp MFC Eastern Conference |
Ain’t no time to waste, we in the race |
All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place |
M.F.C., way for life, I’m here to let you know |
Time don’t wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough |
You didn’t hear about Magnum Force crushin |
The ones you couldn’t trust son, we just start bustin |
Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum |
Cuz I want all my real peoples to live long |
These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got to admit it They heard it’s Lidu Rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick |
Ya need to quit it, I cock gats then watch 'em spit it To split it, ya ass in half, so come get wit it It’s Representative who never lack, no doubt |
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out |
I be the mack with fout, the one O, so you know |
I tear the veins out ya ass, like I’m triple fronto |
I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way back |
Whip whop, Big Joe, my uptown connect |
Wit niggas got they tongue numb from stashin the cracks |
I was throwin Papi store down wit the tape duct gat |
I move up from that, now I flip legal trap |
Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and rap |
Still I get loot from my man, when I’m broke for smoke |
And catch a dice game in the PJ’s, keep the bankin blow |
Yo, startin tension, when I’m wit my shark fishin |
Stompin competition, wit lines from my composition |
Not to mention, I’m beyond comprehension |
Boy, I retire MC’s, then extort them for they pension |
For instance, I turn a master to a presence |
Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain senseless |
I’m out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten |
You ain’t laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen |
Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that claim |
That ya done mastered the game, but ya worthless |
That shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it Keepin niggas nervous, my M.F.C. |
at ya service |
Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under pressure |
Shake it like earthquake, Richter scale couldn’t measure |
Who let the, monster out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector |
Behind you like back catchers, head snuff rock nester |
Forever be the aggressor |
Bring a marvel trouble, make us wet the set up Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the neck up I sell ya whole crew, black eyes like Uncle Fester |
But it ain’t zebra, that’ll be ya knowin beaver |
Cell phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers |
Keep those, caught po-po, I break ya jaw |
Run M.F.C., muthafucka, we event no laws |
News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast |
I twist pack ya sensitive ass, cuz you won’t last in the arena |
Caught between reality and dreaming, scheming |
Get deleted by my team when you least expect it Flip the script then I wreck shit |
Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this |
Don’t sweat this, cuz Tek just scoop me up in the Lexus |
Upset cuz you slept when I was makin connections |
Travelin 'cross the U.S., linkin up with some of the truest |
Revolutionist, niggas stay ready to do this |
So let’s do this |
Sean Price in the house nigga, never forget that |
If that nigga keep riffin, I’mma split his shit back |
The way you get that, rap from, don’t make me slap them |
Niggas up in the face, til my people wit the gats come |
From the producer, who like to looper |
Type a hypa shit, that make the world act stupid |
You try to play me son, you get a baby, when I got |
Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin cranium |
Flamin 'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em |
For the shit they do, cuz they claimin they into datin son |
Maybe one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it All ya niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick |
The few of the men, the greater the share of honor |
Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana |
I never bow down, cuz chow down needs to hold down |
I swatted them hoe, make the order of the tottin |
My microphone is smokin like a glow skull |
Tottin clums in this rap shit, get dethroned |
Empty headed, before ya sweatbands is sweated |
Test the top gun, without one, nigga, forget it Ya niggas suck dick, my crew be on some I don’t give a fuck shit |
All boppin our shit to that new Rock and Ruck shit |
Me and hold strong been down for to long |
We done seen these bitches niggas outside, now come and gone |
Now don’t get me wrong, I like when I move |
Run out to my shows in GS3OO's |
Come out to my hotel and take off they clothes |
Participatin in all the big holes |
That’s how it goes, we sip back guzzlin beers |
They drink rhyme Tek and Steele, and they ain’t been out for years |
I get hyped son, and set it on the scene |
Maybe it’s he, Hennyville from N.Y.C. |
Put it out, apostrophe A.G. enemy |
Fo fuck wit M.F.C., you get buried |
Crip like Carrey, I know ya niggas hear me I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried |
Row then he blow, row just like Moby |
Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like Toby |
Ya in it lonely, shootin shots like Shinobi |
You wanna know me, but all I think about is money |