Lyrics
(Intro-Sean Price)
Pen my mother****in' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up
Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo
(Verse 1-Sean Price)
Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone
Bitch, the hand bone connected to the damn chrom
Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla
Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best
Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim
At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king
Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye
Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise
It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact
That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack
Internet bitches usin' my image, you not Sea
Triple-w-dot-get the **** on-dot co
(Verse 2-Top Dog)
I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up
B.C.'d up, blaze the **** u
Henny in my cup, jump in my truck
Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes "blam"
My mutha****a don't jam, murk you and your fa
In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants
(Verse 3-Rock)
Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers
You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers
I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters
Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters
I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers
My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would
Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of bitches like yo
My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that
Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat
Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that
Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?
I ain't askin' for love, you niggas better love m
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 4-Buckshot)
Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses
New or old school, I shoot up they classes
Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at
To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die
**** y'all, why? I was on the low with no doug
And y'all was like, "Nah, I don't no go"
When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so
You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?
I don't sell no crack
I don't sell no ****shit, ****shit now or none of tha
But, I am here for runnin' rap
I tell you one thing, ****in' with that, gun in your bac
Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?
Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died
No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time
Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 5-Tek)
This little ****shit went out for a night on the tow
With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound
Ran up to the door, told 'em "open it now
'Fore I ****ing back the hammer and blow the ****shit down
Now you see how bad ****ers on my ****shi
Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do ****shi
'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude
Y'all ****ers is sweet, easily become foo
So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn
And it be you and all of your mans gone
(Verse 6-Louieville Sluggah)
Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn
Forever B-C-C is the fam
So sucker ****ers hate if you wan
Get your chest blown out, crack a ****in' blazin' a skun
I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach
Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap
****ing with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trin
Just a thorough nigga, told me "Stack and keep your feet u
I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta mother****inge
And my life consist of more then just rhymes
****ers hatin' on the bankrol
But ****ers, front if you want, stand under the hal
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 7-Steele)
Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly
Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery
Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me
When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies
**** what they told you, I don't know yo
I don't owe you a damn thing, **** what you go throug
I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome
Specially used to some dudes like you back home
Pen my mother****in' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up
Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo
(Verse 1-Sean Price)
Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone
Bitch, the hand bone connected to the damn chrom
Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla
Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best
Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim
At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king
Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye
Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise
It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact
That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack
Internet bitches usin' my image, you not Sea
Triple-w-dot-get the **** on-dot co
(Verse 2-Top Dog)
I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up
B.C.'d up, blaze the **** u
Henny in my cup, jump in my truck
Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes "blam"
My mutha****a don't jam, murk you and your fa
In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants
(Verse 3-Rock)
Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers
You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers
I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters
Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters
I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers
My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would
Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of bitches like yo
My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that
Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat
Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that
Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?
I ain't askin' for love, you niggas better love m
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 4-Buckshot)
Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses
New or old school, I shoot up they classes
Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at
To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die
**** y'all, why? I was on the low with no doug
And y'all was like, "Nah, I don't no go"
When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so
You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?
I don't sell no crack
I don't sell no ****shit, ****shit now or none of tha
But, I am here for runnin' rap
I tell you one thing, ****in' with that, gun in your bac
Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?
Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died
No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time
Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 5-Tek)
This little ****shit went out for a night on the tow
With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound
Ran up to the door, told 'em "open it now
'Fore I ****ing back the hammer and blow the ****shit down
Now you see how bad ****ers on my ****shi
Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do ****shi
'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude
Y'all ****ers is sweet, easily become foo
So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn
And it be you and all of your mans gone
(Verse 6-Louieville Sluggah)
Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn
Forever B-C-C is the fam
So sucker ****ers hate if you wan
Get your chest blown out, crack a ****in' blazin' a skun
I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach
Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap
****ing with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trin
Just a thorough nigga, told me "Stack and keep your feet u
I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta mother****inge
And my life consist of more then just rhymes
****ers hatin' on the bankrol
But ****ers, front if you want, stand under the hal
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or you'll get this, boy, this ****shit, bo
Don't you walk around like you raw
Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 7-Steele)
Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly
Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery
Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me
When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies
**** what they told you, I don't know yo
I don't owe you a damn thing, **** what you go throug
I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome
Specially used to some dudes like you back home