[{"id":11738188,"name":"Don't You Cross the Line","trackName":"Don't You Cross the Line","artistName":"boot camp clik","albumName":"The Last Stand","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Sean Price]\nPen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\nBoot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n\n[Verse 1: Sean Price]\nHey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\nNigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\nSean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\nGreat ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\nDuke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\nAt wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\nStop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\nPop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\nIt's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\nThat the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\nInternet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\nTriple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n\n[Verse 2: Top Dog]\nI'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\nB.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\nHenny in my cup, jump in my truck\nKnuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\nMy shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\nIn a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n\n[Verse 3: Rock]\nYo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\nYou'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\nI will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\nBet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\nI'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\nMy reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\nOut countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\nMy right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\nTrack of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\nSmack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\nHappen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\nI ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 4: Buckshot]\nBuck is mass murder, I murder the masses\nNew or old school, I shoot up they classes\nNiggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\nTo recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\nFuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\nAnd y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\nWhen y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\nYou jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\nI don't sell no crack\nI don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\nBut, I am here for runnin' rap\nI tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\nBoo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\nBuckshot, I was here before Tupac died\nNo doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\nNow my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 5: Tek]\nThis little nigga went out for a night on the town\nWith a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\nRan up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\nNow you see how bad niggas on my dick\nSayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\nY'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\nSo stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\nAnd it be you and all of your mans gone\n\n[Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\nLook, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\nForever B-C-C is the fam\nSo sucker niggas hate if you want\nGet your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\nI'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\nSippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\nFuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\nJust a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\nI'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\nAnd my life consist of more then just rhymes\nNiggas hatin' on the bankroll\nBut nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 7: Steele]\nYeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\nLose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\nGo thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\nWhen I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\nFuck what they told you, I don't know you\nI don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\nI got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\nSpecially used to some dudes like you back home","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81] [Intro: Sean Price]\n[00:01.19] Pen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\n[00:05.03] Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n[00:09.62] [Verse 1: Sean Price]\n[00:10.77] Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\n[00:14.32] Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\n[00:17.43] Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\n[00:20.14] Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\n[00:23.03] Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\n[00:25.99] At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\n[00:28.79] Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\n[00:31.09] Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\n[00:33.76] It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\n[00:36.66] That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\n[00:39.33] Internet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\n[00:42.24] Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n[00:45.24] [Verse 2: Top Dog]\n[00:45.32] I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\n[00:48.27] B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\n[00:50.58] Henny in my cup, jump in my truck\n[00:53.20] Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\n[00:56.14] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[00:58.60] Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\n[01:01.27] My shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\n[01:04.06] In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n[01:06.78] [Verse 3: Rock]\n[01:07.07] Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\n[01:08.33] You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\n[01:10.40] I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\n[01:13.83] Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\n[01:16.60] I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\n[01:19.62] My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\n[01:22.13] Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\n[01:25.54] My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\n[01:28.34] Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\n[01:31.41] Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\n[01:33.96] Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\n[01:37.58] I ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n[01:39.96] [Hook:]\n[01:40.19] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[01:41.67] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[01:44.95] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[01:47.18] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[01:50.24] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[01:53.72] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[01:55.72] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[01:58.08] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[02:00.77] [Verse 4: Buckshot]\n[02:01.04] Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses\n[02:04.06] New or old school, I shoot up they classes\n[02:06.85] Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\n[02:09.24] To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\n[02:12.30] Fuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\n[02:14.96] And y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\n[02:17.42] When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\n[02:20.27] You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\n[02:23.43] I don't sell no crack\n[02:25.88] I don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\n[02:28.71] But, I am here for runnin' rap\n[02:31.84] I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\n[02:34.32] Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\n[02:36.92] Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died\n[02:39.26] No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\n[02:42.26] Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n[02:44.95] [Hook:]\n[02:45.21] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[02:47.67] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[02:50.22] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[02:52.79] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[02:55.73] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[02:58.22] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[03:01.17] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[03:03.59] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[03:06.40] [Verse 5: Tek]\n[03:06.71] This little nigga went out for a night on the town\n[03:09.62] With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\n[03:12.12] Ran up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n[03:14.90] 'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\n[03:17.69] Now you see how bad niggas on my dick\n[03:20.36] Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n[03:22.96] 'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\n[03:25.64] Y'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\n[03:28.11] So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\n[03:31.77] And it be you and all of your mans gone\n[03:34.41] [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\n[03:35.02] Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\n[03:36.54] Forever B-C-C is the fam\n[03:39.84] So sucker niggas hate if you want\n[03:41.81] Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\n[03:44.55] I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\n[03:47.78] Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\n[03:50.43] Fuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\n[03:53.06] Just a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\n[03:56.15] I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\n[03:58.89] And my life consist of more then just rhymes\n[04:01.72] Niggas hatin' on the bankroll\n[04:03.96] But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n[04:06.47] [Hook:]\n[04:06.85] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[04:09.06] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[04:12.10] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[04:14.87] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[04:17.63] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[04:20.50] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[04:23.17] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[04:25.65] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[04:28.02] [Verse 7: Steele]\n[04:28.31] Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\n[04:31.16] Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\n[04:33.81] Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\n[04:36.78] When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\n[04:39.41] Fuck what they told you, I don't know you\n[04:42.07] I don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\n[04:45.18] I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\n[04:48.10] Specially used to some dudes like you back home\n[04:51.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't You Cross the Line\n  artist: boot camp 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Sean Price]\n  Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\n  Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\n  Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\n  Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\n  Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\n  At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\n  Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\n  Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\n  It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\n  That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\n  Internet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\n  Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n\n  [Verse 2: Top Dog]\n  I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\n  B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\n  Henny in my cup, jump in my truck\n  Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\n  My shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\n  In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n\n  [Verse 3: Rock]\n  Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\n  You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\n  I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\n  Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\n  I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\n  My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\n  Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\n  My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\n  Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\n  Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\n  Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\n  I ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 4: Buckshot]\n  Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses\n  New or old school, I shoot up they classes\n  Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\n  To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\n  Fuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\n  And y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\n  When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\n  You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\n  I don't sell no crack\n  I don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\n  But, I am here for runnin' rap\n  I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\n  Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\n  Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died\n  No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\n  Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 5: Tek]\n  This little nigga went out for a night on the town\n  With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\n  Ran up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n  'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\n  Now you see how bad niggas on my dick\n  Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n  'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\n  Y'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\n  So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\n  And it be you and all of your mans gone\n\n  [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\n  Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\n  Forever B-C-C is the fam\n  So sucker niggas hate if you want\n  Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\n  I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\n  Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\n  Fuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\n  Just a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\n  I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\n  And my life consist of more then just rhymes\n  Niggas hatin' on the bankroll\n  But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 7: Steele]\n  Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\n  Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\n  Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\n  When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\n  Fuck what they told you, I don't know you\n  I don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\n  I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\n  Specially used to some dudes like you back home\n"},{"id":14945570,"name":"Don't You Cross The Line (prod. by SIC Beats)","trackName":"Don't You Cross The Line (prod. by SIC Beats)","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"The Last Stand","duration":295.314286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Sean Price]\nPen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\nBoot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n\n[Verse 1: Sean Price]\nHey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\nNigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\nSean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\nGreat ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\nDuke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\nAt wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\nStop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\nPop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\nIt's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\nThat the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\nInternet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\nTriple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n\n[Verse 2: Top Dog]\nI'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\nB.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\nHenny in my cup, jump in my truck\nKnuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\nMy shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\nIn a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n\n[Verse 3: Rock]\nYo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\nYou'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\nI will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\nBet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\nI'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\nMy reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\nOut countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\nMy right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\nTrack of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\nSmack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\nHappen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\nI ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 4: Buckshot]\nBuck is mass murder, I murder the masses\nNew or old school, I shoot up they classes\nNiggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\nTo recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\nFuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\nAnd y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\nWhen y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\nYou jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\nI don't sell no crack\nI don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\nBut, I am here for runnin' rap\nI tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\nBoo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\nBuckshot, I was here before Tupac died\nNo doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\nNow my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 5: Tek]\nThis little nigga went out for a night on the town\nWith a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\nRan up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\nNow you see how bad niggas on my dick\nSayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\nY'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\nSo stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\nAnd it be you and all of your mans gone\n\n[Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\nLook, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\nForever B-C-C is the fam\nSo sucker niggas hate if you want\nGet your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\nI'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\nSippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\nFuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\nJust a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\nI'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\nAnd my life consist of more then just rhymes\nNiggas hatin' on the bankroll\nBut nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n\n[Hook:]\nSo Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\nDon't You Cross The Line, understand?\nOr you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\nDon't you walk around like you raw\nOr you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n[Verse 7: Steele]\nYeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\nLose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\nGo thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\nWhen I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\nFuck what they told you, I don't know you\nI don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\nI got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\nSpecially used to some dudes like you back home","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81] [Intro: Sean Price]\n[00:01.19] Pen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\n[00:05.03] Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n[00:09.62] [Verse 1: Sean Price]\n[00:10.77] Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\n[00:14.32] Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\n[00:17.43] Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\n[00:20.14] Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\n[00:23.03] Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\n[00:25.99] At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\n[00:28.79] Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\n[00:31.09] Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\n[00:33.76] It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\n[00:36.66] That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\n[00:39.33] Internet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\n[00:42.24] Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n[00:45.24] [Verse 2: Top Dog]\n[00:45.32] I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\n[00:48.27] B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\n[00:50.58] Henny in my cup, jump in my truck\n[00:53.20] Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\n[00:56.14] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[00:58.60] Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\n[01:01.27] My shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\n[01:04.06] In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n[01:06.78] [Verse 3: Rock]\n[01:07.07] Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\n[01:08.33] You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\n[01:10.40] I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\n[01:13.83] Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\n[01:16.60] I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\n[01:19.62] My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\n[01:22.13] Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\n[01:25.54] My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\n[01:28.34] Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\n[01:31.41] Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\n[01:33.96] Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\n[01:37.58] I ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n[01:39.96] [Hook:]\n[01:40.19] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[01:41.67] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[01:44.95] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[01:47.18] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[01:50.24] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[01:53.72] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[01:55.72] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[01:58.08] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[02:00.77] [Verse 4: Buckshot]\n[02:01.04] Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses\n[02:04.06] New or old school, I shoot up they classes\n[02:06.85] Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\n[02:09.24] To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\n[02:12.30] Fuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\n[02:14.96] And y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\n[02:17.42] When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\n[02:20.27] You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\n[02:23.43] I don't sell no crack\n[02:25.88] I don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\n[02:28.71] But, I am here for runnin' rap\n[02:31.84] I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\n[02:34.32] Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\n[02:36.92] Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died\n[02:39.26] No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\n[02:42.26] Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n[02:44.95] [Hook:]\n[02:45.21] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[02:47.67] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[02:50.22] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[02:52.79] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[02:55.73] Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n[02:58.22] Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n[03:01.17] Don't you walk around like you raw\n[03:03.59] Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n[03:06.40] [Verse 5: Tek]\n[03:06.71] This little nigga went out for a night on the town\n[03:09.62] With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\n[03:12.12] Ran up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n[03:14.90] 'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\n[03:17.69] Now you see how bad niggas on my dick\n[03:20.36] Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n[03:22.96] 'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\n[03:25.64] Y'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\n[03:28.11] So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\n[03:31.77] And it be you and all of your mans gone\n[03:34.41] [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\n[03:35.02] Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\n[03:36.54] Forever B-C-C is the fam\n[03:39.84] So sucker niggas hate if you want\n[03:41.81] Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\n[03:44.55] I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\n[03:47.78] Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\n[03:50.43] Fuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\n[03:53.06] Just a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\n[03:56.15] I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\n[03:58.89] And my life consist of more then just rhymes\n[04:01.72] Niggas hatin' on the bankroll\n[04:03.96] But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n[04:06.47] [Hook:]\n[04:06.85] So Don't 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artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: The Last Stand\n  duration_ms: 295314\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Sean Price]'\n  start_ms: 810\n  end_ms: 1190\n- text: Pen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\n  start_ms: 1190\n  end_ms: 5030\n- text: Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n  start_ms: 5030\n  end_ms: 9620\n- text: '[Verse 1: Sean Price]'\n  start_ms: 9620\n  end_ms: 10770\n- text: Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\n  start_ms: 10770\n  end_ms: 14320\n- text: Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\n  start_ms: 14320\n  end_ms: 17430\n- text: Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\n  start_ms: 17430\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 23030\n- text: Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\n  start_ms: 23030\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 28790\n- text: Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\n  start_ms: 28790\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 33760\n- text: It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\n  start_ms: 33760\n  end_ms: 36660\n- text: That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\n  start_ms: 36660\n  end_ms: 39330\n- text: Internet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\n  start_ms: 39330\n  end_ms: 42240\n- text: Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n  start_ms: 42240\n  end_ms: 45240\n- text: '[Verse 2: Top Dog]'\n  start_ms: 45240\n  end_ms: 45320\n- text: I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\n  start_ms: 45320\n  end_ms: 48270\n- text: B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\n  start_ms: 48270\n  end_ms: 50580\n- text: Henny in my cup, jump in my truck\n  start_ms: 50580\n  end_ms: 53200\n- text: Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\n  start_ms: 53200\n  end_ms: 56140\n- text: Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 56140\n  end_ms: 58600\n- text: Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\n  start_ms: 58600\n  end_ms: 61270\n- text: My shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\n  start_ms: 61270\n  end_ms: 64060\n- text: In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n  start_ms: 64060\n  end_ms: 66780\n- text: '[Verse 3: Rock]'\n  start_ms: 66780\n  end_ms: 67070\n- text: Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\n  start_ms: 67070\n  end_ms: 68330\n- text: You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\n  start_ms: 68330\n  end_ms: 70400\n- text: I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\n  start_ms: 70400\n  end_ms: 73830\n- text: Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\n  start_ms: 73830\n  end_ms: 76600\n- text: I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\n  start_ms: 76600\n  end_ms: 79620\n- text: My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\n  start_ms: 79620\n  end_ms: 82130\n- text: Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\n  start_ms: 82130\n  end_ms: 85540\n- text: My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\n  start_ms: 85540\n  end_ms: 88340\n- text: Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\n  start_ms: 88340\n  end_ms: 91410\n- text: Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\n  start_ms: 91410\n  end_ms: 93960\n- text: Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\n  start_ms: 93960\n  end_ms: 97580\n- text: I ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n  start_ms: 97580\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: '[Hook:]'\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 100190\n- text: So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 100190\n  end_ms: 101670\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 101670\n  end_ms: 104950\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 104950\n  end_ms: 107180\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 107180\n  end_ms: 110240\n- text: Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 110240\n  end_ms: 113720\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 113720\n  end_ms: 115720\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 115720\n  end_ms: 118080\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 118080\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '[Verse 4: Buckshot]'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 121040\n- text: Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses\n  start_ms: 121040\n  end_ms: 124060\n- text: New or old school, I shoot up they classes\n  start_ms: 124060\n  end_ms: 126850\n- text: Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\n  start_ms: 126850\n  end_ms: 129240\n- text: To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\n  start_ms: 129240\n  end_ms: 132300\n- text: Fuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\n  start_ms: 132300\n  end_ms: 134960\n- text: And y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\n  start_ms: 134960\n  end_ms: 137420\n- text: When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\n  start_ms: 137420\n  end_ms: 140270\n- text: You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\n  start_ms: 140270\n  end_ms: 143430\n- text: I don't sell no crack\n  start_ms: 143430\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: I don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148710\n- text: But, I am here for runnin' rap\n  start_ms: 148710\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 154320\n- text: Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\n  start_ms: 154320\n  end_ms: 156920\n- text: Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died\n  start_ms: 156920\n  end_ms: 159260\n- text: No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\n  start_ms: 159260\n  end_ms: 162260\n- text: Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n  start_ms: 162260\n  end_ms: 164950\n- text: '[Hook:]'\n  start_ms: 164950\n  end_ms: 165210\n- text: So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 165210\n  end_ms: 167670\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 167670\n  end_ms: 170220\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 170220\n  end_ms: 172790\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 172790\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 178220\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 178220\n  end_ms: 181170\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 181170\n  end_ms: 183590\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 183590\n  end_ms: 186400\n- text: '[Verse 5: Tek]'\n  start_ms: 186400\n  end_ms: 186710\n- text: This little nigga went out for a night on the town\n  start_ms: 186710\n  end_ms: 189620\n- text: With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\n  start_ms: 189620\n  end_ms: 192120\n- text: Ran up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n  start_ms: 192120\n  end_ms: 194900\n- text: '''Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"'\n  start_ms: 194900\n  end_ms: 197690\n- text: Now you see how bad niggas on my dick\n  start_ms: 197690\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: '''Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude'\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 205640\n- text: Y'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\n  start_ms: 205640\n  end_ms: 208110\n- text: So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\n  start_ms: 208110\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: And it be you and all of your mans gone\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 214410\n- text: '[Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]'\n  start_ms: 214410\n  end_ms: 215020\n- text: Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\n  start_ms: 215020\n  end_ms: 216540\n- text: Forever B-C-C is the fam\n  start_ms: 216540\n  end_ms: 219840\n- text: So sucker niggas hate if you want\n  start_ms: 219840\n  end_ms: 221810\n- text: Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\n  start_ms: 221810\n  end_ms: 224550\n- text: I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\n  start_ms: 224550\n  end_ms: 227780\n- text: Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\n  start_ms: 227780\n  end_ms: 230430\n- text: Fuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\n  start_ms: 230430\n  end_ms: 233060\n- text: Just a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\n  start_ms: 233060\n  end_ms: 236150\n- text: I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\n  start_ms: 236150\n  end_ms: 238890\n- text: And my life consist of more then just rhymes\n  start_ms: 238890\n  end_ms: 241720\n- text: Niggas hatin' on the bankroll\n  start_ms: 241720\n  end_ms: 243960\n- text: But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n  start_ms: 243960\n  end_ms: 246470\n- text: '[Hook:]'\n  start_ms: 246470\n  end_ms: 246850\n- text: So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 246850\n  end_ms: 249060\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 249060\n  end_ms: 252100\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 252100\n  end_ms: 254870\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 254870\n  end_ms: 257630\n- text: Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  start_ms: 257630\n  end_ms: 260500\n- text: Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  start_ms: 260500\n  end_ms: 263170\n- text: Don't you walk around like you raw\n  start_ms: 263170\n  end_ms: 265650\n- text: Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  start_ms: 265650\n  end_ms: 268020\n- text: '[Verse 7: Steele]'\n  start_ms: 268020\n  end_ms: 268310\n- text: Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\n  start_ms: 268310\n  end_ms: 271160\n- text: Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\n  start_ms: 271160\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 276780\n- text: When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\n  start_ms: 276780\n  end_ms: 279410\n- text: Fuck what they told you, I don't know you\n  start_ms: 279410\n  end_ms: 282070\n- text: I don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\n  start_ms: 282070\n  end_ms: 285180\n- text: I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\n  start_ms: 285180\n  end_ms: 288100\n- text: Specially used to some dudes like you back home\n  start_ms: 288100\n  end_ms: 291770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291770\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Sean Price]\n  Pen my mutha fuckin' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?\n  Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo\n\n  [Verse 1: Sean Price]\n  Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone\n  Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome\n  Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla\n  Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best\n  Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim\n  At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin' that they the king\n  Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye\n  Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise\n  It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact\n  That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack\n  Internet niggas usin' my image, you not Sean\n  Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com\n\n  [Verse 2: Top Dog]\n  I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up\n  B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up\n  Henny in my cup, jump in my truck\n  Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so...\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes \"blam\"\n  My shit don't jam, murk you and your fam\n  In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants\n\n  [Verse 3: Rock]\n  Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers\n  You'se a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers\n  I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters\n  Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters\n  I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers\n  My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would\n  Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you\n  My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that\n  Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat\n  Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that\n  Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me?\n  I ain't askin' for love, you fuckers better love me\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 4: Buckshot]\n  Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses\n  New or old school, I shoot up they classes\n  Niggas need glasses when you lookin' at I\n  To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die\n  Fuck y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough\n  And y'all was like, \"Nah, I don't no go\"\n  When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so\n  You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?\n  I don't sell no crack\n  I don't sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that\n  But, I am here for runnin' rap\n  I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back\n  Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?\n  Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died\n  No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time\n  Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 5: Tek]\n  This little nigga went out for a night on the town\n  With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound\n  Ran up to the door, told 'em \"open it now\n  'Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down\"\n  Now you see how bad niggas on my dick\n  Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do shit\n  'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude\n  Y'all niggas is sweet, easily become food\n  So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn\n  And it be you and all of your mans gone\n\n  [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah]\n  Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn\n  Forever B-C-C is the fam\n  So sucker niggas hate if you want\n  Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin' a skunk\n  I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach\n  Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap\n  Fuckin' with this 'Bad Bitch' and her name ain't Trina\n  Just a thorough bitch, told me \"Stack and keep your feet up\"\n  I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine\n  And my life consist of more then just rhymes\n  Niggas hatin' on the bankroll\n  But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo\n\n  [Hook:]\n  So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n  Don't You Cross The Line, understand?\n  Or you'll get this, boy, this shit, boy\n  Don't you walk around like you raw\n  Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy\n\n  [Verse 7: Steele]\n  Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly\n  Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery\n  Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me\n  When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies\n  Fuck what they told you, I don't know you\n  I don't owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through\n  I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome\n  Specially used to some dudes like you back home\n"}]