Lyrics:
C-A-M-P B-L-O-O-D C-A-M-P B-L-O-O-D C-A-M-P B-L-O-O-D C-A-M-P B-L-O-O-D Camp Blood Camp Blood Camp Blood Camp Blood You'll see the whispers
Money Listen, man weezy and Brisco Hahaha get ready As a matter of fact, you ain't C-M-B p-O-E E-Class, what it does? Brisco Big Chuck, what it does?
hell will be all blowin' 'Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, I'm H-B for real [Chorus: x2] All I know is the streets
the L-B-C. M-A-P we back on the map. M-A-P mean Money And Power. Uh-huh we back on the map. Can’t be poor son, no Nordstrom, but its racks on racks. SAT
P.M.R.C. you must be (pray to the Junkiemaker) In the business office you will (pray to the Junkiemaker) In the limousine you will (pray
hope for you to be with me In 15 years of holding on Your sound is still sweet to me Or maybe you can be my M.P.C.E.B. Part of my everyday endeavor
yeah) We can go to a place so free, where You can be, who you, wanna be (Ohh oh) You can be, who you, wanna be At C-A-M-P You can be, who you,
get my dough Then hell will be all blowin' Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, I'm H.B. for real [Chorus: x2]
double O-T C-A-M-P better be known where the best lay now what the fuck that camp like (it's for life ess-say) I got my glock locked the fuck down
U I W A N T H E A T I N S I D E O F Y O U I N S I D E O F M E B R E A T H E I N A L L B L A C K O I L S P I L L H E A R T A T T A C K W E
hell will be all blowin' 'Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, I'm H-B for real [Chorus: x2] All I know is the streets
a great white Wearing all black in some grey Nikes With a ball cap and some chains iced I stay, I stay fly its like im birdlike M.c.M vs everybody P.M.O.B
T h e s a m e w a l k h o m e . T h i s t i m e w i t h o u t t h e e x t r a s t e p , w i t h o u t t h e k i c k t o t u r n b a c k , w r a p a r o
, M.O.P., G we be bubblin (Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure I'm ringin bells on top
Taylor I like my pants tapered This my fashion statement Listen when I say it I'm a designer P-B-C, my line up Popular Buy Culture Sound unfamiliar Oh no,
considered the team I'm tryna get in the quids Cos I'm tryna see all the P My niggas be stepping with drip I be considered the team I'm tryna get in the quids
h o p The A B o y Dope inside my pocket Yellow tent like a stir fry At the Westend up at Walos In the trenches I'm still hot Posted with my niggas
(Hey, hey) Yuubae U.M.P.U.B C'était toi et pas une autre avant les tournées, les concerts On s'était toujours dit qu'on s'aimait, sans écouter les
tous mes hobby Programmé pour faire mon bizz Serveur un verre d'eau stp Pas besoin d'alcool pour m'allumer Enchanté moi c M.P. Ma mission le Rn'B Rapide
Who we be? We be the be double O-T-see,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-you-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble [Rock] Livin` this hell like
(M-P-B, M-C-R, you already know what the fuck it is Y'all I've been outside, fuck that mothafucka with the nike tech I hate that mothafucka Talkin'
C A P A B L E I don't want to say no more cause im not the person I thought I'd be You fucked me up I got stood up I fucked it up Got out of luck
be on my back Cuz of C O P's As black as you I don't need the attitude And bigotry Still a nigga even when I'm talking to you Civilly Silly me I
Muscles tearing And internal b-l-e-e-d-i-n-g Now i got l-i-m-p Striving to b-e The next p-i-m-p You see i can be Narcissistic Pessimistic And obsessive With
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