Rhymefest - More lyrics

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

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)

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)

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)

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)