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Fool You

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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! Yeah! Nigga, Camp Woo!