me apart I never thought I'd see the day where I'd have to say goodbye You wanted more (more... more) Than I could give to you You needed more (more... more
payback so, yo I wanna run for president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David Demand payment
Philly to the fullest Blacks the realest You can't touch him and not for nothin If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it If not then fuck it I'm still handlin Smokin more
the more money I make (Fo' real tho'); The more drama y'all try to create (Fo' real tho'); And through I try to move into the positive (Fo' real tho'); The more
balls, you come and talk that shit But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love
a path not thinkin bout a average man Black Sedan my way through pitfalls and scams Let the whole world know about this Likwit camp Programmed to ignite
I'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers
the fullest, blacks the realest You can't touch him and not for nothin' If you 'bout hip hop then you gots to love it If not then fuck it, I'm still handlin' Smokin' more
love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home So the letters came from an army camp
off from the south to the north East, west, and we can all get it on, word is bond Shit is like that, write that in your memory bank Boot camp clik,
hurt, my love, my pain, my stress My strife, my wife, my life, my test We made for more, we die for less When you starvin' in the ghetto I'ma write
if you can, I'm like a bandit I can float on my feet, you can't stand it I don't just dance in a group, I command it We give you more than you want
get balls you come and talk that shit But top dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this detroit thing with more
fuck up off UV me (Bitch) I dun already told you, you ain't stoppin' me (Bitch) We killers from the camp that got the back UV me (Bitch) You shoulda
[SPM:] Whats the deal man, we back in this camp I'm doing this right here off the shot of ? my boy Flaco gave me you heard.. Crease in my pants as I
I peep rap city high like to my eyesight witnesses bitches and kids frontin to bring a shit you get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb
