Camp-Wu

From the Swordsman's Hill
To the Soldier's Ville
To where they do or die
Nigga killed or be killed
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

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 Niggas 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
Fuck a Donald, that bastard 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 AP (After Price)
Some of you fuckaz about to hate me
(I'll thrash ya life)
Kiss yo ass goodbye, crazy
Bars this hard usually come wit' state greens
Fuck outta here

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 IN-S, spit switchin' the clip
And I ain't talkin' bout a bitch
Talkin' digit's 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
Whinin' like Jamaican broads
The weed louder than
Bustin' twelve gauges off
Lord, they couldn't hold me with cage
Sayin' these dicks is pussy and
They go both ways yo I'm unfazed
Unimpressed wit' these lame niggas
I don't know half of these niggas name
To name niggas 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

Yeah boot Camp Clik, Killa Bees swarm on 'em
(Morgue corpses)
Be more cautious when God's bombin'
(They all soft)
Your all charmin beg no pardon
(Kill 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 nigga
Top shotta

The Bezzie is Prezzie, nigga
(I push the button on ya)
The Levy is heavy nigga
(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 fuckin' wit' us
That her son had a death wish

(Camp Wu)

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

RIP Sean P!

(yeah, Nigga, Camp Wu)