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Camp-Wu
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From the swordsman's hill to the soldier's ville
The way they do or die, nigga kill or be killed
From the different breed of men with heat to blend
And they will thrash everything but fam (You listening?)
They praise Jesus Christ and Big Baby Jesus
But baby ain't no need to look further than Jesus
You still don't understand fool? (Camp Woo!) It's Camp Woo!
Transform on you, click clack, blam on you
Treadmill, your mans be the ran on you
It's hot everywhere, mad fans on you
You niggas too happy-go-lucky
I'm from Sackman, ho trust me, I'm happy go buck me
(By the blood say) You my Scooby but Scrappy owe money
Shoot his beak off, tell him Daffy don't duck me
Fuck a Donald, that bastard don't Trump me
Build or destroy, that's what the math is, don't judge me
Bounce quick, rapido bungee
Muggin' Moesha, I'm after mo' money
This is Rocness Monster AP (At the price)
Some of you fuckers about to hate me (Fresh life)
Kiss your ass goodbye, crazy
Bars this hard usually come with state greens, fuck outta here!
On the gate, pack it up, yeah
Flow is on bed rest, that's critically sick
Throwing bars up for rep, that's physically fit
Monster Roc, iron S spit, switching the clip
And I ain't talking about a bitch, talking digits I get
So when the paper call, I take the call
No funny talk, money talk
Anything else, I cut the conversation short
Fuck what a hater thought, whining like Jamaican broads
The weed louder than busting 12 gauges off
Gods, they couldn't hold me with the K
Saying these dicks is pussy and they go both ways
Yo I'm unfazed, unimpressed with these lame niggas
I don't know half of these niggas name to name niggas
I ain't a hater though, whatever floats your boat
A hundred bottles popped, toast to the ghost
Like the weed man, I'm known for the smoke
Shake both of the coasts, my grind up, I stay close to the gross, yeah
Camp Click, killer bees swarm on them (More corpses)
Be more cautious when God's bombing (They all sold)
Y'all all showmen, beg no pardon (Kill off all men)
Kool G Rap, the bars poison (Troops storming)
Tin boots, war garments
Arms drawn with the long cartridge, my squad bombous
Bars monster like rockets with the AR chopper
Barack Obama the head nigga, top shotta
The beziest prezzy nigga (I put the fucking on ya)
The levy is heavy nigga (The lean is coming for ya)
They don't miss, red beam steady on ya
That 6 by 18 box ready for ya
Uh, you feel like a celeb now
'Cause your funeral is the trending topic, wow
Seen your mama and gave her kiddo, she ain't know
Fucking with us, that her son had a death wish
Look, somebody sick the dog on it
Dog on it like Paul Laura, them bars on it
The bar exam, I put bars on it and barked on it
Like Scrappy do it, put paws on him, no pause on it
Go hard on it, your woman having a blonde moment
Like P.O.P. hold it down, shout out to Brown Hornet
Like KRS, suicide, my squad want it
Put dead shots and homicides on y'all corners
It's not an issue, Will Smith you
But what is still without tech? Let's deal with real issues
I'm real mental, I mean I'm really that real mental
Be real with you, it's elementary, real simple
Roc, I'm only giving them the truth
Wu and Wu Camp Click, you know we giving them the boot (Yes!)
Magnum Force, Dirty Harry in the booth
Hard to shoot when you the one that's carrying the group
R.I.P. Sean P!
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Nigga, Camp Woo!
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