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(feat. Kanye West) [Rhymefest + (Kanye)] Yeah, this joint right here man, is for all my blue collar niggaz in the Midwest goin through our struggle We know things could be better, huh And we just want a little mooore [Chorus 2X: Kanye + (Rhymefest)] No matter how much I get (I want mooore) Even when I talk my shit (I want mooore) Every party on every list And everybody want a life like this But still (I want mooore) [Rhymefest] Look.. now I ain't goin for the okey-doke (nope) You owe me dough, you better pay me like you know we broke This industry be tryin to strangle niggaz in the choke You think these rappers rich? These niggaz out here sellin dope You think it's crazy sayin, "If I had what he had" But if you had what he had, nigga you'd be mad Three kids, see dad broke-ass waitin on the royalties with no cash Nice car, no gas, stuck at the pump Had a lil' hot single now he's stuck in a slump At the top of his section eight, straight waitin to jump Like Milli Vanilli, now people just look at him silly Sayin "That's umm - I forgot his name - who is he?" He wanted (mooore) never really thought of the loss Lookin for (mooore) everybody playin the boss To get (mooore) now he just stuck in the sauce Like white kids when they got cut off, "Daddy I want.." (mooore) [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Yeah, yeah, yeah This go out to every man tryin to achieve and hold his own Them ladies are nice, but you gotta leave them hoes alone They'll take it and bro, break in your phone, call your boss up (Where that nigga at?) Or tell your wife to try to break up your home Now your baby momma takin your son, learn from mistakes I done Yesterday we all naked and fun I ain't thinkin of none, break in and cum, soon as you done run This is real talk, nigga one-on-one Between me and you, now this mono-a-mono How you gon' catch mono from a hoe that work at McDonald's Now you lookin like the clown like Ronald That's where Kels fucked up, cause young girls he decided to fondle And I ain't fin' ta let HIV's in my bag I'll start usin rubbers again, it ain't that bad You gotta take care of yourself mayne, don't get grabbed Cause if you die, people be like "Aww that's too bad" I want (mooore) [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Everybody so weak like, like, they afraid to speak If you see that nigga violate then hit him in his cheek Tryin to act like, like, you reppin the street You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat So it's time to make role call, then expose y'all Adam & Eve shocked in the garden with no drawers While niggaz gettin popped on my block with no laws I grew up with Disciples that'll smash ya gold off I never plugged, cause I know that when you do that shit You locked in for life, nigga yeah, etched in blood But it's hard to get respect when you less than thug And you ain't fin' to serve here if you ain't with us Us meanin them, them meanin G.D. Gangster Disciples, the same ones that killed Cochise So see, how he, well he, meanin me Refused to be another nigga dead in the street I wanted (mooore) [Chorus - repeat 2X as music fades]