Rock - Camp-Wu lyrics

[Intro: Rock] From the Swordsman’s Hill, to the Soldier’s Ville To where they, do or die n***a k**ed or be k**ed Comes a different breed of man, wit heat to blam And they will thrash everything but fam (You Listening?) They praise Jesus Price and Big Baby Jesus B-B-Baby ain’t no need to look further, Them G’s us You still don’t understand fool? (Camp-Wu!) It’s Camp Wu [Verse 1: Rock] Transform on you (Click-Clack-Boom), Blam on you Treadmill, your man’s beat and ran on you It’s hot everywhere, mad fans on you You n***as too happy-go-lucky I’m from Sackman hoe trust me, I’m happy-go-bucky (How da bloods say?) You my Scooby, but scrappy owe money Shoot his beak off, tell ’em Daffy don’t duck me f** a Donald, that ba*tard don’t Trump me Build or destroy dat’s what the math is, don’t judge me Bounce quick, rapido bungee Muggin’ Moesha, I’m after mo’ money Dis is Rockness Monsta A.P (After Price) Some of you f**az about to hate me (I’ll thrash ya life) Kiss yo a** goodbye, crazy Bars this hard usually come wit’ state greens f** outta here [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] On the gate, pack it up (Camp-Wu, Camp-Wu) Flow is on bed-rest, that’s critically sick Throwin’ bars up for rep, that’s physically fit Monsta Rock I-N-S, spit switchin’ the clip And I ain’t talkin’ bout a b**h, talkin’ digits I get So when the Paper call I take the call, no funny talk Money talk, anything else I cut the conversation short f** what a hater thought, whinin’ like Jamaican broads The weed louder than, bustin’ twelve gauges off Lord, they couldn’t hold me with cage Sayin’ these dicks is p**y and they go both ways Yo I’m unfazed, unimpressed wit’ these lame n***as I don’t know half of these n***as name, to name n***as I ain’t a hater though, whatever floats ya boat A hunnid bottles pop, toast to the GOAT Like the weed man I’m known for the smoke Shake both of the coasts My grind up, I stay close to the gross [Verse 3: Steele] Yeah Boot Camp Clik, k**a Bees swarm on ’em (Morgue corpses), Be more cautious when God’s bombin’ (They all soft), your all charmin beg no pardon (k** all varmints), Kool G Rap the bars poison (Troops storm in) Timb boots, war garments Arms drawn with the long cartridge, my squads bonkers Bars Monsta, like Rockness wit’ the A-R choppers Bbbbrrrrrr-rack Obama, the head n***a Top shotta [Verse 4: Tek] The Bezzie is Prezzie, n***a, (I push the bu*ton on ya) The Levy is heavy n***a, (Dem Hittaz comin’ for ya) They Don’t miss, red beam steady on ya Dat Six by Eighteen box, ready for ya Uh, You feel like a celeb now? Cuz ya funeral is a trending topic, wow Seen ya Mama and gave her a kiss, she ain’t know f**in’ wit’ us, that her son had a d**h wish (Camp-Wu) [Verse 5: Method Man] Look, somebody sick the dog on it Doggone it, like Paule Laurence dunbars on it The bar exam, I put bars on it and barked on it Like scrappy do it put paws on ’em, no pause on it Go hard don’t it?, Ya woman havin’ a Blonde moment Like P-o-p hold it down, shout out the Brown Hornet Like KRS it’s a suicide, my squad want it The deadshots and homicides, on ya’ll corners It’s not an issue, Will Smith you But what is Steele without Tek, let’s deal with real issues I’m real mental, I mean I’m dat real meant to Be real wit’ you, it’s elementary, real simple Rock, I’m only givin’ ’em the truth Wu and Boot Camp Clik, you know we givin’ ’em the boot Magnum Force, Dirty Harry in the booth Hard to shoot, when you the one dat’s carrying the group R.I.P Sean P!