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
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
[Buckshot] Most definitely We up in here Boot Camp Clik On the beat... TY Dizzle Ah One Shot Deal Duck Down in this muthafucka once again Let's do this
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, thank
seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that most. Feelings
[Hush] Yo, yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees. Which one do you be? Count em I met a Redman in Camp Lo named Mic Geronimo He'd Busta Rhyme anywhere,
love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home So the letters came from an army camp
Takin you through desolate zones through mic-phones Wit eyes like that of a cyclone So it don't matter what pad you write on You better off writin home
eaten away by fungi Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving 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
and plenty of shade Well first I'll get me a hammock Then I'll get some food Then I guess I could read or write I won't have much to do No more getting
I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family
not about beef, this bout me and my nigga You know, this goes out to my nigga wherever you are [Magno] I sit back and reminisce, how we use to write
(feat. Frost P, Zuz Rock & Shystie) {Inside. the Medasyn camp.} {Guest MCs, state your identity} -Frost P! -Zuz. -SOV, Lady Sovereign. -Shystie! {
the fuck up off of me (bitch) I done already told ya you ain't stoppin me (bitch) Wit killers from the camp that got the back of me (bitch) You shoulda
niggaz, yeah we be laughin Y'all ain't gory fellas, ya'll, are storytellers on some, "Well y'know this one time at band camp..." shit You don't wanna
said something dope Fuck it, it don't matter, 'cause I know shit ain't really like that 'Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write
