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Boot Em Up
by The Foundation
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The balls in your court
I stay reppin' with my team
Game nice like Kareem
I pull up with my goons in a van, Like the A-Team
Y'all about the cream
I stay chasin' my dream
Bring terror with my regime
Black hoodie'd up, ghost face like Scream
Cold world filled with murderers and schemes
I rage against the machine,
And I'm mean with the 16's
X-Man like Wolverine,
My flow sharp like a guillotine
Come to your door like trick or treat, but this ain't Halloween
You're either with me or against me, no in between
Nine tucked in the jeans
Stick ups, my face unseen
I stay with the easy Jesus
A Dutch and some greens
I'm like Ali in his prime, when I step into the ring
I rope em up and boot em up
Then shoot em up
You see these goons gettin' it in, they run amok
When the ski mask is on
My goons don't give a fuck
Timbo's to ACG's, we booted up Clive Owen with the nine showin', shoot em up
Questionin' myself like do I do enough
Roll a fat blunt up tight to loosen up
Start the season unranked, now we movin' up
See your boys makin' noise, so now they choosin' us
Everybody loves when you an underdog
I remember vivid when no one would call
My poetry's deep, I never fall Make the call
For all of my dogs behind the wall
One thing you know about me is you won't know me
And you will never know me, do my dirt over my lonely
Never been a phony,
word to Kobe, I'm a killer
Comin' from my skrilla,
I'm shootin' like Reggie Miller
I rope em up and boot em up,
then shoot em up
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
The balls in your court
I stay reppin' with my team
Game nice like Kareem
I pull up with my goons in a van, Like the A-Team
Y'all about the cream
I stay chasin' my dream
Bring terror with my regime
Black hoodie'd up, ghost face like Scream
Cold world filled with murderers and schemes
I rage against the machine,
And I'm mean with the 16's
X-Man like Wolverine,
My flow sharp like a guillotine
Come to your door like trick or treat, but this ain't Halloween
You're either with me or against me, no in between
Nine tucked in the jeans
Stick ups, my face unseen
I stay with the easy Jesus
A Dutch and some greens
I'm like Ali in his prime, when I step into the ring
I rope em up and boot em up
Then shoot em up
You see these goons gettin' it in, they run amok
When the ski mask is on
My goons don't give a fuck
Timbo's to ACG's, we booted up Clive Owen with the nine showin', shoot em up
Questionin' myself like do I do enough
Roll a fat blunt up tight to loosen up
Start the season unranked, now we movin' up
See your boys makin' noise, so now they choosin' us
Everybody loves when you an underdog
I remember vivid when no one would call
My poetry's deep, I never fall Make the call
For all of my dogs behind the wall
One thing you know about me is you won't know me
And you will never know me, do my dirt over my lonely
Never been a phony,
word to Kobe, I'm a killer
Comin' from my skrilla,
I'm shootin' like Reggie Miller
I rope em up and boot em up,
then shoot em up
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
