Boot Camp Clik - I Need More lyrics

[Hook: Buckshot] I wake up, open my eyes up Surrounded by my haters as soon as I rise up But then I realize what I'm here for Then I say to myself "man, I need more" I wake up, open my eyes up And thank god for playing a part of my rise up But then I realize what I'm here for Then I say to myself "man, I need more" [Verse 1: Buckshot] Thinking of a way, to say what I gotta say All lines are so limited, only a few stay The rest leave as my sleeve fall In the same position my hand do How I ran through So many pages at one time That I can't look behind Got my mind feeling blind Damn, how am I confused? What am I to do? What am I to choose? Where do I start? Where do I begin? This ain't like writing a letter back in the days, "Dear friend" Cuz, every blot from my pen something And if I slip one irrelevant line I'm done in [Verse 2:] These are the times, I find I've got a devious mind I got a hunger and I wonder, will it lead me to crime Deep in the grind, That's probably the reason that I Feel like I'm falling, hell's calling, n***as do or we die Plain and simple yo It's mathematic I speak emphatic, slinging crack to these rap addicts I bust my pistol like I'm Pat Garret The break is over and I'm back at it [Verse 3: Sean Price] A-yo Beat battering beast from East Africa Heat clap at your fleet leaving your peeps mad at us Duckbill Platypus, Ruck real, add it up Solar power calculator, for haters an abacus Sean Price athletic, the Bruce Jenner The deuce deuce center Bust crohn's and Sean gone 'till November, listen I'll be back but for now just settle Y'all motherf**ers ain't on Ruck's level I want more [Hook: Buckshot] I wake up, open my eyes up Surrounded by my haters as soon as I rise up But then I realize what I'm here for Then I say to myself "man, I need more" I wake up, open my eyes up And thank god for playing a part of my rise up But then I realize what I'm here for Then I say to myself "man, I need more" [Verse 4: Steele] General Steele! This is a soldiers rendition On the his road to perdition Tote the chrome for you n***as Mango gave control of the business Flows on my children, can't joke with you n***as Flow serious, ride with ambitions To get richer get my n***a Ruley on out of prison Few good men gone, chosen few still livin' Sticking to the regiment, I go to war for what I represent