| Song | Illa Noyz |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | For the People |
| 作词 : Bush, Evans, Jones, Price | |
| You didnt know so let it flow my slang bang ya | |
| Crews move to my tunes before the macarena | |
| Consider it danger | |
| Mongol slay it, play a beat like a perfect stranger | |
| Simple and plain give me the lane-ahh | |
| Catch the beat like grand groove | |
| My hustle is mad smooth | |
| Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon | |
| Since you assume, youve seen my sun shining | |
| And o.g.c you notice me with heltah skeltah vibing | |
| Wack venetian blinding | |
| Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times | |
| The bucktown judy | |
| Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be? | |
| The illa | |
| You feel me in your inner | |
| I deliver deadly like postmen | |
| Im holding | |
| Hold up thats an understatement | |
| When the beats break it aint no move faking | |
| Im more them fbi guys with the rude awakening | |
| Further contemplation | |
| May lead to some titles being taken | |
| When its noyz your facing | |
| Your placed in a stressful situation | |
| Chorus: illa noyz and heltah skeltah | |
| And it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yes it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yeah it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yes it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| [ ruck] | |
| Here i am (here we go) | |
| T-a-w | |
| L sean, here to bring trouble to | |
| Phony mcs i slap em up with my pistol | |
| Try to fuck with ruck feel the heat from the missile | |
| Whats the issue? | |
| The issue is the topic at hand | |
| Niggas rip and never say shit when the shot in my hand | |
| Got the upperhand brotherman | |
| Sift through the knowledge | |
| God cipher divine rhymes will shine like polish | |
| [ illa noyz ] | |
| Demolish, ill do just that | |
| Abolishing funny style cats with them wack acts | |
| Since that has been fact | |
| The underdog from the underground | |
| Leaves you facedown | |
| Like a therapeutic back massage | |
| Or police with a bogus charge | |
| Im pulling your card | |
| To scar is my specialty ( yo it better be ) | |
| See you dont have your cheat sheet for this test | |
| So take a guess | |
| And become the one to make a rational move upon, you gone | |
| Underestimating this boot camp bomb | |
| Chorus | |
| [ rock] | |
| Yo, who is this dufis? | |
| Thinking he ruthless | |
| Broccoli your toothless | |
| Now you sound and look stupid | |
| You get your head spun around like a screw just | |
| For being the only girl in the town full of men like smurf edna | |
| Little blue bitch | |
| Take a foul, fuck your mama | |
| Smack her if she never warned you about a walking bombita time-ahh | |
| I aint lying ya boys-ahh | |
| Thats a fair one ask illa noyz ( yup, yup, yup) | |
| And like my little nephew i break toys | |
| [ illa noyz ] | |
| The boot campian phantoms amp son | |
| Some of this mantel dismantle brothers with anthems | |
| Cheaters want me like them champion clothes | |
| But home info | |
| Stuck inside your head congest like common cold | |
| When im on flipmode | |
| Son rampage the stage amaze after a spliff star | |
| Lord have mercy when i bust them rhymes bar after bar | |
| See my mind spread, its no longer a hobby | |
| Dont try me | |
| But i put that ass to beds so pull a javi | |
| Chorus - 4x |
| zuò cí : Bush, Evans, Jones, Price | |
| You didnt know so let it flow my slang bang ya | |
| Crews move to my tunes before the macarena | |
| Consider it danger | |
| Mongol slay it, play a beat like a perfect stranger | |
| Simple and plain give me the laneahh | |
| Catch the beat like grand groove | |
| My hustle is mad smooth | |
| Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon | |
| Since you assume, youve seen my sun shining | |
| And o. g. c you notice me with heltah skeltah vibing | |
| Wack venetian blinding | |
| Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times | |
| The bucktown judy | |
| Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be? | |
| The illa | |
| You feel me in your inner | |
| I deliver deadly like postmen | |
| Im holding | |
| Hold up thats an understatement | |
| When the beats break it aint no move faking | |
| Im more them fbi guys with the rude awakening | |
| Further contemplation | |
| May lead to some titles being taken | |
| When its noyz your facing | |
| Your placed in a stressful situation | |
| Chorus: illa noyz and heltah skeltah | |
| And it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yes it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yeah it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| Yes it does | |
| Sound ill like noise in brownsville | |
| ruck | |
| Here i am here we go | |
| Taw | |
| L sean, here to bring trouble to | |
| Phony mcs i slap em up with my pistol | |
| Try to fuck with ruck feel the heat from the missile | |
| Whats the issue? | |
| The issue is the topic at hand | |
| Niggas rip and never say shit when the shot in my hand | |
| Got the upperhand brotherman | |
| Sift through the knowledge | |
| God cipher divine rhymes will shine like polish | |
| illa noyz | |
| Demolish, ill do just that | |
| Abolishing funny style cats with them wack acts | |
| Since that has been fact | |
| The underdog from the underground | |
| Leaves you facedown | |
| Like a therapeutic back massage | |
| Or police with a bogus charge | |
| Im pulling your card | |
| To scar is my specialty yo it better be | |
| See you dont have your cheat sheet for this test | |
| So take a guess | |
| And become the one to make a rational move upon, you gone | |
| Underestimating this boot camp bomb | |
| Chorus | |
| rock | |
| Yo, who is this dufis? | |
| Thinking he ruthless | |
| Broccoli your toothless | |
| Now you sound and look stupid | |
| You get your head spun around like a screw just | |
| For being the only girl in the town full of men like smurf edna | |
| Little blue bitch | |
| Take a foul, fuck your mama | |
| Smack her if she never warned you about a walking bombita timeahh | |
| I aint lying ya boysahh | |
| Thats a fair one ask illa noyz yup, yup, yup | |
| And like my little nephew i break toys | |
| illa noyz | |
| The boot campian phantoms amp son | |
| Some of this mantel dismantle brothers with anthems | |
| Cheaters want me like them champion clothes | |
| But home info | |
| Stuck inside your head congest like common cold | |
| When im on flipmode | |
| Son rampage the stage amaze after a spliff star | |
| Lord have mercy when i bust them rhymes bar after bar | |
| See my mind spread, its no longer a hobby | |
| Dont try me | |
| But i put that ass to beds so pull a javi | |
| Chorus 4x |