Had It Up 2 Here Lyrics
| Song | Had It Up 2 Here |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | The Chosen Few |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake, Dewgarde, Evans, McNair ... | |
| It's going down baby! | |
| Bucktown, Duckdown baby (whispering) | |
| My B.C.C., Cocoa B'z, Top Dog (Sean Price) | |
| Starang where you at? B.D.I. Eye we got to this | |
| people, Don (Louieville) | |
| Niggas had it up 2 here (Louieville) | |
| A nigga had it up to here (Louieville) | |
| I'm tired of fallen' (Louieville) | |
| Slugs fallen' all day (Steele) | |
| Feelin' this, feelin' this (Steele) | |
| (Steele) | |
| I'm in the ride right | |
| Getting high right | |
| When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right | |
| Aight money started acting fly | |
| Like I ain't shit he the one that should be in the lime light | |
| Saying he rhyme tight | |
| Coming all out his face | |
| Saying that he's better than any rapper that out right | |
| I'm like look I care if you were dumb like | |
| Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics | |
| I can care less who look like | |
| Or who you rhyme like | |
| Let me show what a real MC sounds like | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I pulled up to the red light | |
| Somebody was parked on my right | |
| I heard them like K | |
| Ain't you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever? | |
| What's up with you now nigga | |
| As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it | |
| Make you a million boy if you **** with | |
| Trust me dog my flow is grimy | |
| Soon as spit you dog you'll be the first to sign me | |
| Listen your flow is aight though | |
| Really wasn't tight though | |
| You're kind of loose with aight bite flows | |
| Got me like WHOA! | |
| Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow | |
| Spittin' but you bullshit me yo | |
| I can't hear your ill sub-libs | |
| You ain't gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims | |
| But you will respect the 4th Star | |
| Or I'm spit 4 at your sports car | |
| When you spit bar listen par | |
| You better respect or I'm a have the check | |
| Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm | |
| Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was | |
| Now move up | |
| (Tek) | |
| I had it up to here with y'all weak ass rappers | |
| DJ's CEOs I want y'all to know | |
| I had it up to here with y'all hundred grand producers | |
| Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs | |
| I had it up to here with y'all P.D.R's | |
| Racist cops cheeba holders don't me start | |
| I had it up to here with y'all wannabe stars | |
| Trying to be who you ain't just be who you are, Man | |
| Who you think your talking be | |
| Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me | |
| Won't play cause I won't pay what you think I'm a bitch | |
| Never tell who shot you what think I'm a snitch | |
| But I will the order for them to smack you up | |
| Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up | |
| Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me | |
| We had it up to here | |
| (Starang Wondah) | |
| Ayo, I was a broke working nigga | |
| This rap got me money | |
| I had bitches; my good looks kept the honies | |
| But in the game niggas with real money | |
| They steal from me, when you mention my name | |
| I changed the real money | |
| In the game after a few years | |
| I'm still hungry, put the band back together | |
| Its bout get real ugly yo | |
| I crush plenty guys, I had plenty wives | |
| I'm on old school tapes I'm only twenty-five | |
| Niggas would doubt me, bitches talk about me | |
| They both wouldn't be shit without me | |
| Starang One | |
| (Top Dog) | |
| Yes, Yes Y'all | |
| Y'all know niggas ready to brawl y'all | |
| Hit the floor y'all | |
| The 4-pound leaving all y'all wasted | |
| The gun powder can you taste it | |
| The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitch | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| These bitch niggas trying to kill | |
| No what they do to me, to try to fool me see | |
| D.O. stay sharp and on top of my game | |
| Spittin' my flames, so don't throw dirt on my name | |
| I'm trying to hold lot of thing and make a whole lot of cream | |
| All the plots and the schemes got me doing wicked things | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughter | |
| Get the moment on the tape recorder | |
| Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood | |
| Let them know I'm not the nigga to **** with up in the hood | |
| Give me some weed, give some coke, give me some dope | |
| Give your seed; give me your throat, give me some rope | |
| Choking your bitch provoking your click | |
| To get guns, smoking a spliff | |
| You're throwing a fit, now that's fun | |
| Backpack niggas acting all funny and shit | |
| Till I them that shit is wack they're no money in this | |
| And you female rappers I'm end your careers | |
| Rap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rear | |
| I'm the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your arm | |
| You the type to snitch, bitch | |
| Why you telling my moms listen | |
| Y'all bitch niggas are bout as wack as come | |
| Don't make me clap you in the back of the ass when I'm done | |
| (Illa Noyz) | |
| We pack 10 billion, 987 million, 654 thousand | |
| 321 hundred fans in housing know how we get down and | |
| What this shit about The Boot Camp sounding it's astounding | |
| But I'm tried of it, questioning y'all budget | |
| I wanna snuff but I look him and be like ahh **** it | |
| But now I ride wit it when I blow I slide wit it | |
| All I know I'm Boot Camp and are niggas | |
| Now a days I had it up to here (Louieville) |
| zuo ci : Blake, Dewgarde, Evans, McNair ... | |
| It' s going down baby! | |
| Bucktown, Duckdown baby whispering | |
| My B. C. C., Cocoa B' z, Top Dog Sean Price | |
| Starang where you at? B. D. I. Eye we got to this | |
| people, Don Louieville | |
| Niggas had it up 2 here Louieville | |
| A nigga had it up to here Louieville | |
| I' m tired of fallen' Louieville | |
| Slugs fallen' all day Steele | |
| Feelin' this, feelin' this Steele | |
| Steele | |
| I' m in the ride right | |
| Getting high right | |
| When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right | |
| Aight money started acting fly | |
| Like I ain' t shit he the one that should be in the lime light | |
| Saying he rhyme tight | |
| Coming all out his face | |
| Saying that he' s better than any rapper that out right | |
| I' m like look I care if you were dumb like | |
| Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics | |
| I can care less who look like | |
| Or who you rhyme like | |
| Let me show what a real MC sounds like | |
| Buckshot | |
| I pulled up to the red light | |
| Somebody was parked on my right | |
| I heard them like K | |
| Ain' t you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever? | |
| What' s up with you now nigga | |
| As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it | |
| Make you a million boy if you with | |
| Trust me dog my flow is grimy | |
| Soon as spit you dog you' ll be the first to sign me | |
| Listen your flow is aight though | |
| Really wasn' t tight though | |
| You' re kind of loose with aight bite flows | |
| Got me like WHOA! | |
| Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow | |
| Spittin' but you bullshit me yo | |
| I can' t hear your ill sublibs | |
| You ain' t gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims | |
| But you will respect the 4th Star | |
| Or I' m spit 4 at your sports car | |
| When you spit bar listen par | |
| You better respect or I' m a have the check | |
| Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm | |
| Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was | |
| Now move up | |
| Tek | |
| I had it up to here with y' all weak ass rappers | |
| DJ' s CEOs I want y' all to know | |
| I had it up to here with y' all hundred grand producers | |
| Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs | |
| I had it up to here with y' all P. D. R' s | |
| Racist cops cheeba holders don' t me start | |
| I had it up to here with y' all wannabe stars | |
| Trying to be who you ain' t just be who you are, Man | |
| Who you think your talking be | |
| Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me | |
| Won' t play cause I won' t pay what you think I' m a bitch | |
| Never tell who shot you what think I' m a snitch | |
| But I will the order for them to smack you up | |
| Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up | |
| Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me | |
| We had it up to here | |
| Starang Wondah | |
| Ayo, I was a broke working nigga | |
| This rap got me money | |
| I had bitches my good looks kept the honies | |
| But in the game niggas with real money | |
| They steal from me, when you mention my name | |
| I changed the real money | |
| In the game after a few years | |
| I' m still hungry, put the band back together | |
| Its bout get real ugly yo | |
| I crush plenty guys, I had plenty wives | |
| I' m on old school tapes I' m only twentyfive | |
| Niggas would doubt me, bitches talk about me | |
| They both wouldn' t be shit without me | |
| Starang One | |
| Top Dog | |
| Yes, Yes Y' all | |
| Y' all know niggas ready to brawl y' all | |
| Hit the floor y' all | |
| The 4pound leaving all y' all wasted | |
| The gun powder can you taste it | |
| The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitch | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| These bitch niggas trying to kill | |
| No what they do to me, to try to fool me see | |
| D. O. stay sharp and on top of my game | |
| Spittin' my flames, so don' t throw dirt on my name | |
| I' m trying to hold lot of thing and make a whole lot of cream | |
| All the plots and the schemes got me doing wicked things | |
| Sean Price | |
| Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughter | |
| Get the moment on the tape recorder | |
| Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood | |
| Let them know I' m not the nigga to with up in the hood | |
| Give me some weed, give some coke, give me some dope | |
| Give your seed give me your throat, give me some rope | |
| Choking your bitch provoking your click | |
| To get guns, smoking a spliff | |
| You' re throwing a fit, now that' s fun | |
| Backpack niggas acting all funny and shit | |
| Till I them that shit is wack they' re no money in this | |
| And you female rappers I' m end your careers | |
| Rap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rear | |
| I' m the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your arm | |
| You the type to snitch, bitch | |
| Why you telling my moms listen | |
| Y' all bitch niggas are bout as wack as come | |
| Don' t make me clap you in the back of the ass when I' m done | |
| Illa Noyz | |
| We pack 10 billion, 987 million, 654 thousand | |
| 321 hundred fans in housing know how we get down and | |
| What this shit about The Boot Camp sounding it' s astounding | |
| But I' m tried of it, questioning y' all budget | |
| I wanna snuff but I look him and be like ahh it | |
| But now I ride wit it when I blow I slide wit it | |
| All I know I' m Boot Camp and are niggas | |
| Now a days I had it up to here Louieville |
| zuò cí : Blake, Dewgarde, Evans, McNair ... | |
| It' s going down baby! | |
| Bucktown, Duckdown baby whispering | |
| My B. C. C., Cocoa B' z, Top Dog Sean Price | |
| Starang where you at? B. D. I. Eye we got to this | |
| people, Don Louieville | |
| Niggas had it up 2 here Louieville | |
| A nigga had it up to here Louieville | |
| I' m tired of fallen' Louieville | |
| Slugs fallen' all day Steele | |
| Feelin' this, feelin' this Steele | |
| Steele | |
| I' m in the ride right | |
| Getting high right | |
| When some guy comes wit some papers for me to sign right | |
| Aight money started acting fly | |
| Like I ain' t shit he the one that should be in the lime light | |
| Saying he rhyme tight | |
| Coming all out his face | |
| Saying that he' s better than any rapper that out right | |
| I' m like look I care if you were dumb like | |
| Your demo was reviewed in The Source and they gave you 9 mics | |
| I can care less who look like | |
| Or who you rhyme like | |
| Let me show what a real MC sounds like | |
| Buckshot | |
| I pulled up to the red light | |
| Somebody was parked on my right | |
| I heard them like K | |
| Ain' t you that little nigga from Bucktown or Ducktown or whatever? | |
| What' s up with you now nigga | |
| As a matter of fact I got some rough shit and going love it | |
| Make you a million boy if you with | |
| Trust me dog my flow is grimy | |
| Soon as spit you dog you' ll be the first to sign me | |
| Listen your flow is aight though | |
| Really wasn' t tight though | |
| You' re kind of loose with aight bite flows | |
| Got me like WHOA! | |
| Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow | |
| Spittin' but you bullshit me yo | |
| I can' t hear your ill sublibs | |
| You ain' t gotta feel Boot Camp to fill some tims | |
| But you will respect the 4th Star | |
| Or I' m spit 4 at your sports car | |
| When you spit bar listen par | |
| You better respect or I' m a have the check | |
| Let the loan half of the check got yet Hummm | |
| Who was it cuz only stopped I cause I thought knew who it was | |
| Now move up | |
| Tek | |
| I had it up to here with y' all weak ass rappers | |
| DJ' s CEOs I want y' all to know | |
| I had it up to here with y' all hundred grand producers | |
| Fake ass thugs, dress codes in clubs | |
| I had it up to here with y' all P. D. R' s | |
| Racist cops cheeba holders don' t me start | |
| I had it up to here with y' all wannabe stars | |
| Trying to be who you ain' t just be who you are, Man | |
| Who you think your talking be | |
| Get your head bust to the white meat, questioning me | |
| Won' t play cause I won' t pay what you think I' m a bitch | |
| Never tell who shot you what think I' m a snitch | |
| But I will the order for them to smack you up | |
| Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up | |
| Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me | |
| We had it up to here | |
| Starang Wondah | |
| Ayo, I was a broke working nigga | |
| This rap got me money | |
| I had bitches my good looks kept the honies | |
| But in the game niggas with real money | |
| They steal from me, when you mention my name | |
| I changed the real money | |
| In the game after a few years | |
| I' m still hungry, put the band back together | |
| Its bout get real ugly yo | |
| I crush plenty guys, I had plenty wives | |
| I' m on old school tapes I' m only twentyfive | |
| Niggas would doubt me, bitches talk about me | |
| They both wouldn' t be shit without me | |
| Starang One | |
| Top Dog | |
| Yes, Yes Y' all | |
| Y' all know niggas ready to brawl y' all | |
| Hit the floor y' all | |
| The 4pound leaving all y' all wasted | |
| The gun powder can you taste it | |
| The Big Khahuna ready to ride up in your place, bitch | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| These bitch niggas trying to kill | |
| No what they do to me, to try to fool me see | |
| D. O. stay sharp and on top of my game | |
| Spittin' my flames, so don' t throw dirt on my name | |
| I' m trying to hold lot of thing and make a whole lot of cream | |
| All the plots and the schemes got me doing wicked things | |
| Sean Price | |
| Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughter | |
| Get the moment on the tape recorder | |
| Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood | |
| Let them know I' m not the nigga to with up in the hood | |
| Give me some weed, give some coke, give me some dope | |
| Give your seed give me your throat, give me some rope | |
| Choking your bitch provoking your click | |
| To get guns, smoking a spliff | |
| You' re throwing a fit, now that' s fun | |
| Backpack niggas acting all funny and shit | |
| Till I them that shit is wack they' re no money in this | |
| And you female rappers I' m end your careers | |
| Rap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rear | |
| I' m the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your arm | |
| You the type to snitch, bitch | |
| Why you telling my moms listen | |
| Y' all bitch niggas are bout as wack as come | |
| Don' t make me clap you in the back of the ass when I' m done | |
| Illa Noyz | |
| We pack 10 billion, 987 million, 654 thousand | |
| 321 hundred fans in housing know how we get down and | |
| What this shit about The Boot Camp sounding it' s astounding | |
| But I' m tried of it, questioning y' all budget | |
| I wanna snuff but I look him and be like ahh it | |
| But now I ride wit it when I blow I slide wit it | |
| All I know I' m Boot Camp and are niggas | |
| Now a days I had it up to here Louieville |
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