Lyrics:
the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
you gon' get hit in the night
Hey, hey, check, hey
Hey, nigga
Post, my nigga I post, posted
My nigga I post, posted I post, my nigga I post, posted
My
niggas on the collar
Amp might blow
I might land, set up shop, and glow
Shinin' like a lamp post, my camp post
Cream leather green leaves forever
avoir selon la manière
Trahis pas ton camp, pose tes couilles sur la bannière
La recette, un gros calibre pour celui qui t'emmerde
J'ai des
I keep it up on my mind
For the fight is my camp, love and hate walk the line
I saw you after the show, so my fete on grow
You was looking like woah
the post
These hoes not doin' enough
That's why they tell us we doin' the most
So we go to C-A-M-P (oh yeah)
Don't you wanna get away with me (oh
you value the most
Just so you can go pretend that you were never on the boat
Man I hoped that you'd post, but now all you do is ghost
Saw you laughing
can't wait to use (yeah)
Play with my camp, it's breakin' news (breakin' news)
No, I ain't been with my glizzy lately
I'm still tryna Drac' a dude
homeboy, put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York post, Fulton St., downtown
Same faces every day,
the post, all these bitches like stamps
I made the bitch bleed and I'm giving her cramps
Ew, you fuck that bitch and that bitch gave you crabs
I fuck a bitch
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
Write on your letter, put on di stamp
Police deh you station, soldier deh you camp
Said dat alligator, dem live inna di swamp
Listen mister Demus, him
Got this place I gotta get to, I'ma tell you what it is
You can roll, you can post, we can ride up on the coast
Just post with your folks, just vibe
the M-the-Ill-itant
(ch-ch-ch) That's the sound of the Dynasty chant
We surround your camp, assumin' the war stance
And bring it from the chest, now let's dance
niggas bring them choppa's out
Nah I ain't NLE but I'm gon hop out and I walk 'em down
Camp, Camp
We posted up like a tent
Big FN
Known in this bitch so I
wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage
Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch
We rip crowds, whole lot of volume and a little bit of bass
Is
something that me nah stray from
Woman love the post what she can station.
Me name man ah me make fi woman
Woman make fi me the same rotation
Woman got
post
More than prepared to bring back what was lost
Victory! Victory in their camp, is what was needed most
With the ball in her court she couldn't do
RITORNELLO (x2):
Camp’ int a nu post' addo respir aria malat
n’ambiente insan’ ri rifiut’ sotterrat’
Camp' int a nu post’ addo u kiù fess mpost
on the Gas State (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Fuck off, I smoke on the Gas (hey)
Post up, I smoke on the Gas Station
Post up, I smoke on the Gas (wuh)
Post up, I
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!)
Yo, It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
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