[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]