He's stepping in hotter this year
Starang coming like a hurricane with no fear
Cause in the streets we ain't got no peace
Shoot the beast from the east but you run from police
Don't try me, cause I be the bomb like BāZì
Starang from OGC I heat shit up like Hawaii
Five when I'm live like a four wheel drive
Everyday I strive to make you rappers realize
How dangerous Strangle gets on the micro
Phone, when Louieville zones it gets me hyper
The type to, snipe yo ass from up close
This is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host
Starang Wonduh, no relation to Stevie
And no I'm not west Indian or Haitian
But I'm on probation
For knocking wack MC's out daily
Plus I fly heads like comets from Alex Haley
Now tell me, won't this f*cking verse right here
Turn a wack rappers day into his worst nightmare
I scare, petty MC's who claim they got gats
Fronting with hoes in videos with pimp hats
But the fact
Still remains that your just a stain on the bottom of my boots
While I'm still Starang
BCC, from ninety-now past two thou
Make y'all heads in the crowd out there wonder how
We be still
He's stepping in hotter this year
Louieville, no fear will shed no tears
Dare you, to come near, bare beat that ass
I pull bats, cock back, release then smash
Niggas is, uhm, stuck on stupid, OD'd off cupid
Bitches and switches is strictly how they have to do it
Like Montell Jordan, I'm giving a warning
You keep that shit up and niggas'll be caving your walls in
But as they close in, chumps get chosen
Stance gets frozen, cause this here beat's about as potent
So hold it, watch how you take those totes
Cause you next will be your last, and thats all she wrote
Killed the small tug no delaying, on sidelines I'm wasting
Procrastinating is sin, so there'll be no delaying
He's stepping in hotter this year
D-O big Kahuna coming in with no fear
Oh yeah, y'all niggas over there, y'all be fronting
Claiming you own a gun but when you see us you run
Now this is one thing Top Dog can't understand
(What?) why men get mangled (uh-huh) why men get mad
So I ask, my bredren till he told me
He caught these brothers flapping, had to smack em wit the chrome piece
Now it's only uno and dos, he and him
He's blowing up spots no matter if he's enemy or friend
So put and end, to all the bullshit, I pull shit quick
And you a gun fool I can't forget
How you get down, cause I get down with four pounds that make sounds
From underground now you don't wanna come around
Here, thats disappointment for life
I'm making sure I'm the one that's taking all your stripes
Now back way, while I get my yipes on
Peace to my nigga O-strong home with the Koran
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He's stepping in hotter this year
Starang coming like a hurricane with no fear
Cause in the streets we ain't got no peace
Shoot the beast from the east but you run from police
Don't try me, cause I be the bomb like BāZì
Starang from OGC I heat shit up like Hawaii
Five when I'm live like a four wheel drive
Everyday I strive to make you rappers realize
How dangerous Strangle gets on the micro
Phone, when Louieville zones it gets me hyper
The type to, snipe yo ass from up close
This is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host
Starang Wonduh, no relation to Stevie
And no I'm not west Indian or Haitian
But I'm on probation
For knocking wack MC's out daily
Plus I fly heads like comets from Alex Haley
Now tell me, won't this f*cking verse right here
Turn a wack rappers day into his worst nightmare
I scare, petty MC's who claim they got gats
Fronting with hoes in videos with pimp hats
But the fact
Still remains that your just a stain on the bottom of my boots
While I'm still Starang
BCC, from ninety-now past two thou
Make y'all heads in the crowd out there wonder how
We be still
He's stepping in hotter this year
Louieville, no fear will shed no tears
Dare you, to come near, bare beat that ass
I pull bats, cock back, release then smash
Niggas is, uhm, stuck on stupid, OD'd off cupid
Bitches and switches is strictly how they have to do it
Like Montell Jordan, I'm giving a warning
You keep that shit up and niggas'll be caving your walls in
But as they close in, chumps get chosen
Stance gets frozen, cause this here beat's about as potent
So hold it, watch how you take those totes
Cause you next will be your last, and thats all she wrote
Killed the small tug no delaying, on sidelines I'm wasting
Procrastinating is sin, so there'll be no delaying
He's stepping in hotter this year
D-O big Kahuna coming in with no fear
Oh yeah, y'all niggas over there, y'all be fronting
Claiming you own a gun but when you see us you run
Now this is one thing Top Dog can't understand
(What?) why men get mangled (uh-huh) why men get mad
So I ask, my bredren till he told me
He caught these brothers flapping, had to smack em wit the chrome piece
Now it's only uno and dos, he and him
He's blowing up spots no matter if he's enemy or friend
So put and end, to all the bullshit, I pull shit quick
And you a gun fool I can't forget
How you get down, cause I get down with four pounds that make sounds
From underground now you don't wanna come around
Here, thats disappointment for life
I'm making sure I'm the one that's taking all your stripes
Now back way, while I get my yipes on
Peace to my nigga O-strong home with the Koran
Starang coming like a hurricane with no fear
Cause in the streets we ain't got no peace
Shoot the beast from the east but you run from police
Don't try me, cause I be the bomb like BāZì
Starang from OGC I heat shit up like Hawaii
Five when I'm live like a four wheel drive
Everyday I strive to make you rappers realize
How dangerous Strangle gets on the micro
Phone, when Louieville zones it gets me hyper
The type to, snipe yo ass from up close
This is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host
Starang Wonduh, no relation to Stevie
And no I'm not west Indian or Haitian
But I'm on probation
For knocking wack MC's out daily
Plus I fly heads like comets from Alex Haley
Now tell me, won't this f*cking verse right here
Turn a wack rappers day into his worst nightmare
I scare, petty MC's who claim they got gats
Fronting with hoes in videos with pimp hats
But the fact
Still remains that your just a stain on the bottom of my boots
While I'm still Starang
BCC, from ninety-now past two thou
Make y'all heads in the crowd out there wonder how
We be still
He's stepping in hotter this year
Louieville, no fear will shed no tears
Dare you, to come near, bare beat that ass
I pull bats, cock back, release then smash
Niggas is, uhm, stuck on stupid, OD'd off cupid
Bitches and switches is strictly how they have to do it
Like Montell Jordan, I'm giving a warning
You keep that shit up and niggas'll be caving your walls in
But as they close in, chumps get chosen
Stance gets frozen, cause this here beat's about as potent
So hold it, watch how you take those totes
Cause you next will be your last, and thats all she wrote
Killed the small tug no delaying, on sidelines I'm wasting
Procrastinating is sin, so there'll be no delaying
He's stepping in hotter this year
D-O big Kahuna coming in with no fear
Oh yeah, y'all niggas over there, y'all be fronting
Claiming you own a gun but when you see us you run
Now this is one thing Top Dog can't understand
(What?) why men get mangled (uh-huh) why men get mad
So I ask, my bredren till he told me
He caught these brothers flapping, had to smack em wit the chrome piece
Now it's only uno and dos, he and him
He's blowing up spots no matter if he's enemy or friend
So put and end, to all the bullshit, I pull shit quick
And you a gun fool I can't forget
How you get down, cause I get down with four pounds that make sounds
From underground now you don't wanna come around
Here, thats disappointment for life
I'm making sure I'm the one that's taking all your stripes
Now back way, while I get my yipes on
Peace to my nigga O-strong home with the Koran
Writer: MARY CARPENTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network