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turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough

Oh My

Boogie

Oh My

2015

Jordans when seein' them dudes camp
Know niggas who got work from sellin' their food stamps

Oh my goodness
Before I started rappin', if you niggas

Real Hip Hop

Jadakiss

Kiss of Death

2004

The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)

Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
Gon' double they money this year off my work alone
So cool with it, yet and still

Three Sons

John Williamson

Way It Is/Gunyah

2005

to see
How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be
Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me

Sent the boys off to school to see

Tom Joad

Patrick Street

No. 2 Patrick Street

1988

thought, 
There was work for every single hand.

The Joads rolled away to the jungle camp, 
There they cooked a stew.
And the hungry little kids

(you lazy)
I done showed niggas so much love, I can't believe they hate me (they hate me)
And the Camp don't go against the camp, that's the way

This is from the heart, I aint have to plan for this
One man drummer, Joe we need some bands for this
All summer, they can go to camp for this 
We

yo camp on yo side but you ain't know the money gon change em look how they Turned real mean
I had rappers I wanted some verses from but they had

Yeah, 9/15, ima needa chrome heart
Ima needa new lyfe? Think I should just restart
Coming from the camp sight, rolling in a cold park
I just wanna

are the ones that'll work in construction
And we are the ones that'll fix your destruction
And we are the ones that pick fruit on your table
And we are

They asking "Bank where you been?"

I said bitch I go by-

Left off the scene for a lil minute they like "Bank where you been?"
My camp been under

I turned fourteen and i left the house
Things was falling and broken apart
I slept in the street family slept at the camp
Story of my life just

me mr drip a lot
I whip the work with 2 hands sir mix a lot
I got the sauce yeah they call me mr drip a lot
Drip a lot
Drip a lot
I got the sauce yeah

tryna make it work but I don’t even try
I had some days when I was hurt felt like I could’ve died
I really had to put in work can’t say I never tried
I

On a mission
Ain't gone stop
Still tipping
But we never falling
Texas hold them
Yeah I'm all in
All my foes, yeah yeah
They falling
My camp we straight locked in

I turned fourteen and i left the house
Things was falling and broken apart
I slept in the street family slept at the camp
Story of my life just

You really thought I base my work on what you want to hear, nah
Dedicated to the craft, that's how I spent this year, yeah
Thought I'd quit, I'm

Callin' in Sick

Weird Al Yankovic

Bad Hair Day

1996

Hit my snooze alarm for the twenty seventh time 
Just don't feel like goin' to work, I think I'll call my boss, 
Then I'm gonna hack and cough

never be defeated
Cause we will live in Your glory

By Your Spirit and Your liberty
We shall live
Through the wonder working power that's at work in me

the drazy hoops!
They're camp, they're camp
Tit's, tit's, the blimp, the blimp
The mothership, the mothership
The brothers hid under the hood
From the blimp,

jaille
On s'en jaille
On s'en jaille
Quand on a jong mollah on s'en jaille

They talk, we work
They work, we work
They sleep, we work
All we do is work

Slippin' on some drinks in a relapse My name blowin' up, I'm hot like a heat lamp
Teach your ass a lesson act like a boot camp Bitch, I'm goin' up

know bout night
Pussy weh you know bout nightfall
Mhhhmm 
Nightfall 
Yeah 
Matic ah work
Shot ah bust inna head 
An it ah drop inna dirt.
Pussy keep

Base camp, space camp
Bass in your face fuck, brace for the rain dance
Back in the back of the classroom
After a magical nap in a vacuum

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