What You See - Boot Camp Clik

Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops

And tell everybody on your block to get gwops

Coward, fuck is you Cunningham Howard?

No more happy days, the gat clap at your grays

Deligating, regulating, never have to use a gun

Rock is the opposite, pop a clip, bitch, you shooting son

Sean Price got the icon flow

Run up the wall and backflip, Tae Kwon Do

Hidden Dragon, Crouching Tiger, Kung Fu Hustling

Sell weed to Chinese niggas who keep a Dutch in 'em

What you see is what you get now

Don’t you forget now, this is it now

(You better watch who around you

Cuz niggas will pound you, and wanna trey pound/come pound you)

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have let you

Without something you can one-two step to

Yeah, I see how the game done changed

Niggas talking real tough, like they built that way

But up north, up north, you was known as a chump chaser

Now you home, you wanna look at me like you a gangster

Everybody told me you as fucking them boys

Yeah, your name was making noise, but you was fucking them boys

I see you let your zoota grow in, and your looks changed

Oh, you a Muslim, now?

On my dope game

Look man, gun control, just mean both hands

Nah, I never hit ya man with no grams

Damn, we trying to bring a nigga down there

How I’mma do Ludacris said

Move, bitch, get out the way

'Fore the forty cal spray, put your head a block away

Two step, Timb check, gun up under the jacket

Hoodie on, gets it on, with any one of you bastards

The streets watching, ain’t no time for relaxing

Block hugging, paper chasing, on the grind trying to stack it, man

Camera leave the 'ville on your tactics

Be the blade you gave us, dude, to use to stab in ya back with

Alot of you be looking at the game backwards

Thinking it’s a game until your body laying in the casket

Aiyo, I’m sorry if you never been on a safari

Army green Ferrari, sitting on Bergatti

Yo, hit the hood, I pull up in a new Jag

Same color doorag, nigga, you mad

Bitches like 'who that', all trying to eye us

And ya’ll dick riders, fiending to sit by us

Yo, sideline niggas is so ridiculous

You don’t roll wit Dougie, so you can’t be vicious, listen