Hate All You Want

[Intro: Rock]

Yeah, Boot Camp!

[Verse 1: Rock]

Go 'head, act like you don't 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

I'm Don Rocko, rapper-slash-mutha fuckin' crook-

Slash-killer, got you mutha fuckas shook, take a mutha fuckin' 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 I'm shittin' with no tissue

And this is my issue, I'm not kiddin' you

Y'all say it's forbidden for me to be a fly rap star

In a fly car, livin' like y'all

So, I don't pay you no mind

Go ahead, switch, have a gay old time

You that bitch, 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 y'all mutha fuckas how the indies do it

Duck Down, servin' niggas like Wendy's do it

Why y'all fight over release date

I'm droppin' mutha fuckin' records every month, with a new briefcase, I'm so

straight

[Verse 3: Sean Price]

Like six o'clock, grip the watch

Off your wrist and watch as bitch get the cops

Sean Price quick to box, grip your gwop

Split your knot and go pitch piston rocks

You ain't shit to Rock, you ain't shit to me

Tryin' to take out the team, that's some shit 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! Y'all can Hate it All You Want

Boot Camp! All you stunts, all you chumps

Boot Camp! Have us straight break all y'all fronts

And if it go down, we all gon' dump, Boot Camp!

Boot Camp! Y'all can Hate it All You Want

Boot Camp! All you chumps, all you stunts

Boot Camp! Guns scrape damn near all y'all smuts

Your man pop off, we all gon' dump, Boot Camp!

[Bridge: Rock]

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

That's what we chant when we 'bout to get it on

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

That's what we chant when we 'bout to get it on

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

That's what we chant when we 'bout to get it on

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

Boot Camp, it's time to get it on

[Verse 4: Tek]

Yo, ten-hut! That's how I move 'round with the nine tucked

Plus, I'm 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 don't mean I don't show you respect

But some of y'all 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, it's time to roll, nigga, hur' up

Crime mind corrupt, never wanna burn up

Burn us, ain't no tellin' where your body turn up

Smif-N-Wessun, dirty, know it's sure us

We said "Headz Ain't Redee", I don't think ya heard us

Now we back in position with the gat in the britches

Put the track in submission, it's a wrap for you niggas

[Hook: Rock]

We Boot Camp! Y'all can Hate it All You Want

Boot Camp! All you stunts, all you chumps

Boot Camp! Have us straight break all y'all fronts

And if it go down, we all gon' dump, Boot Camp!

Boot Camp! Y'all can Hate it All You Want

Boot Camp! All you chumps, all you stunts

Boot Camp! Guns scrape damn near all y'all smuts

Your man pop off, we all gon' dump, Boot Camp!