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What up on my Harlem niggas My BK niggas Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back 'Fore I bring out the guns And chest check Respect that Any girl I met that Hit that Love the way I spit that I don't kit kat Push your wig back Get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked Got a friend Have me kick that Get that Sit back School shit skip that Learn how to flip pack For the big stacks And the big act Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Came with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some shit Had to tap a chin with a fist When the ? Begin with a stich End in a kiss So yo so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6 See they all see the 12 But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh Play people Jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet Nigga wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to jug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a fuck about Un would've ? about I'm through wit' it Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Put fear 'fore envy Nigga I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Pennys While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta Monero Nieta Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta Or the black boots Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease 'em Girls ? 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you Cam- Fuck that it's not a game Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that Cam- Man fuck them niggas B Guy- Yo, you know what you do Cam- What? Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal Cam- Aight check it Aiyyo I'm ? Cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat Got you shook up attack huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up in check On this work of the rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right See baby boy I carry guns You know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm the only You a running back You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan Leave your whole brain dead Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnapings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play |
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[Cam'ron] Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl you better be down, the only question better be 'how' Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on (What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice (Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!) Shut the fuck up [Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire [Cam'ron] Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo Uh, you don't know what that is That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is" (And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs (And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found (And you don't know) You better toughin' up (Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuckyou up (And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too 'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too" And when he got ass I said "me too" And when he got the drop I was like "me too" And when he almost got shot I said "me too" What you get now is just a preview We all tinted out, your car's see-through I see you [Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire [Cam'ron] Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast Tell the vally "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag" Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight "Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right And we havin a party, later tonight like Phil Collins said in "The Heat Of The Night" 'cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long) 'Til when? ('Til the early morn') It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (and uh) drop six (and uh) we pop Cris Right now too tipsy to drive but I got my horse and carriage right outside [Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Michael Foster, Puffy Combs Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for eva And we gonna riiiiiise And we gonna riiiiiise And we gonna riiiiiise |
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killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog, its killa dog, ill kill you dog, What means the world to you Cause money mean the world to me I'm a shine for the world to see Pearl the V twirl the key cock back kick back and twirl the weed (Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one done pop one scrub not one Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns and i got hot one's But i wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick Wit a porno flick (Uh)Make sure my comes go on a lick More to sip but screw that Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it after that swallow it Stand by baby where you at huh? Raise ya hand high You dont suck what that's a damn lie Got red rye my man ride my fam tide So i need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit Someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my meal wit It's that there look wit you and be out for your revenue then even at you and she'll be blessin you Caressin you startin that mess wit you But you always good for now and plus no friends around So girl jus come lift up that dress for now And give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah My cousin tandelese see the gurl type honory But the girlfriend was real real real fond of me But the girl put her on to me and I'm like why I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her let alone pursuing her I got a gurl she like what that got to do wit her Get through wit her mess around my gurl come down and put two in her But I'm in a heavy case like the type that pepsi make Who you fake got pies like betty bake Top balla in every state In Chi im mike Boston I'm Kenny In Miami im Timmy and Phoenix I'm Penny damn in Harlem I'm Sammy order or so What the hell you want Got sons guns run run Make them run run skate take one From young one's dumb dumbs Hit wit the dumb dumbs hit wit the stun gun Oh damn young hon where the gurl come from And i wanna meet her can i greet her Yo we in my bed for now She said oh no my spine on respire now Well give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah Ladies say (ah) scream it out speak it out It's that time of the month for you leakin out say oww (oww) Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe down for a little lay dick on the low yall know I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick (oww) Squeeze the click (oww) go home and get freaked again Yall know i like that sex wit the right cat Rings make them iced stack [Cam'ron:] Yo now hold up mama I don't want you to be no hoe I done layed them, J'd them That's right played them hoes [Girl:] I ain't one of them hoes Why you come wit them hoes when I come for the doe Keep them under control What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah |
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| 4. |
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Cam'Ron] I'm not going to watch this go on any longer You put my food in the dark and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck I look like I'm not going to watch this go on any longer WHOOOOOOOOOOOO [Clue] we going to set this off [Cam] I'm on ya'll Harlem, who else is going to hold us down Bloodshed niggas lets get it right this time understand Killer Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies And I can't act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude ass, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!) I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Tell me it's the man, can't be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert Calasandi [Chorus:] You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU The one that's scared of some yay yo, always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch [Cam] I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though believe me I would say y'all names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying I'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know I'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest Ma, keep all your rice Wedding ring, HELL NO I like all my ice Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest You the type talk about everything you got now I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl" My rings like a dog, all rock wild When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!" I see y'all concerned about me you don't got to go to school to learn about me [Chorus:] Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price, yoke that's nice, THATS ME The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, you all about nothing, YOU Biatch [Cam] Told you I got us this time around niggas Feeling me some, HUH Harlem, I got us nigga Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over It's fuck us so fuck y'all Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch [Clue] AND I.......... |
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| 4:11 |
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Cam'ron] I'm here now! Ha! Ha! I'm here now! They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b! They done fucked up lettin me in Un They done did it to themselves man! Eh yo you see him Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans To G 'em Wit land in Korea Take the leer jet flight When? Thursday night Overseas No fuck up is worth they life Huh you niggas heard me right Uggh for that persian white I go to church of christ Search a life Enough to cut a nigga from his merchandise My niggas ball for weight Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes To make em frosted flakes Oh, these jewels on my neck You say are out of sight My shit cost a cake You think you can afford a date I thought I'll let you know That my crew We intend to blow Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence And muthafuckin end your show When I say no What don't you understand the N or O Like that nigga Jigga said Yo, you either friend or foe So respect my wish I'm a perfectionist And wit the gun Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss Check the kid How many necks I twist Who expected this Exodus Flow over night Or even sex a bitch But I can get her Anytime I hit her off On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off Ask my nigga Digga Or my other nigga Mr. Ross I pray you get across To make it that you get across And, chumps like you Get mad and wanna holler rape But you live in the burbs' Your business is on the holidays Chorus [Noreaga] Now where my up north niggas at Wha What! Now where my down south niggas at Wha What! Now where my east side niggas at Wha What! Now where my west side niggas at Wha What! Now where my Harlem World niggas at Wha What! Now where my Iraq niggas at Wha What! Now where my N.O.R niggas at Wha What! Now where my Cam'ron niggas at Wha What! [Cam'ron] Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll I don't wanna rhyme I just need to talk wit ya'll How ya'll feel about me Yo, I think I'm pretty hot Cause when I rhyme Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop Then pull they skully down And put their ice grill on Like they don't trust a nigga And walk around the club Like they bout to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga The way I rhyme what Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up Next day same ice grill along the lineup Ya'll niggas' time up No mean to trouble you I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W What you mad about? I see alot of types of drawers I got alot of hoes But I'm really, really liking yours Not to nag her Wonder if I can bag her It ain't if I can have her It's how I'm gonna have her I'm a lay her like a quarterback On her back On the mat Found out that you wanna act We ran through her You want her back? Come on wit that You trick a hoe But when the bitch leaves You fuck around and miss the hoe Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe Choke and threaten the killer Like her last name's Carlisimo Listen yo Trick the hoe and get her doe That was pryor like Richard yo See I done been around the world See I met Puff and I no Mason But still the best nation Nigga is donation So let me hold somethin Yo, you can't change my livin This robbery's a holiday Call it Thanksforgivin' Cause you a turkey Talkin bout you sell weight Nigga you had soul mates I had sell mates But now I''ve been in the same three hummers For the same three summers And my dice game loves me and stays on the same three numbers. Chorus |
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| 4:14 |
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All my harlem niggas my bk niggas back uptown baby lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical but shit is gettin critical The way cats bitin is dispicable Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the fuck we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You wanna cry? Let me know You wanna die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You wanna fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray And nigga might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your ass right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his jewels and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right CHORUS You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, bitch, and you yell Turn homo, kiss and you tell Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? You know how we get niggas? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get niggas Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich niggas Big niggas, talk slick nigga Got shit to spit nigga CHORUS x2 |
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| 4:08 |
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Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true) Made a lotta money (true) Made a lotta enemies (true) Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you do your life over again? (You right about that) I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat [Verse 1] Yo, shorty get a desk and chair Now wit the guess appear But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what) Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends But I lost brothers some best friends Word life, we all bredgren But we all speak and nobody budgin Cause we all stubbrin Yeah, we let the hate rise Give each other fake fives Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes True in all sequals (true) You too of all people Guess they right money is the root of all people A nigga front on them though I triggered at em' I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug Live my life wit drugs (drugs) Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here) [Chorus] When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? [Verse 2] Uh, One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse Six feet deep being crushed my the earth Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money) Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst And all my life put in nothin but work Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church Y'all talk about things I've done to my life You talk about things that I've done to my wife I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater For the life I lead, things I done A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man) As the man of the house I had to bring income [Chorus] When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? [Verse 3] Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh) Stand on this mothafuckin block again? Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo) See alotta men get shot up bad Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital) So I don't rhyme for excutives It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives Get my messages, hell no Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread But I shook it off smiled of course kid My girl wildout on some child support shit I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all) But girls will flip like Dominique Daws I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall If I do my life over, I repeat all [Chorus] When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun, but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? [repeat 2 times |
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| 3:54 |
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Cam'ron:
(Chorus) Why I feel like I'm losin' weight Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny, bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies 4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day >From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker Chorus(Prodigy): Prodigy: I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall murder rap, clown niggas back down yall Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Bout some, but never put out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes Who real ??? check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit and niggaz flashin' crazy Chorus(Cam'ron): |
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| 3:37 |
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I’m in a whiptail smashin’ it Mase wen’t to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil’s Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin’ targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin’ out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin’ belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? cause I ain’t slapped a ho in a minute I’m low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same fo frontin’, be the same fo who’ll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures [Chorus] For my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Cats don’t mess with ya’ll, cause ya’ll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, “Let’s get money” Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury I’m 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin’ me first Took ‘em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an’ll squirt Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can’t stand is a pussy chick I need a “Here ma, goof this in your pussy” chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY [Chorus] To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep, getting it sweet Have ‘em licking your feet (Whatever) Yo, yo, let’s stab ‘em, let’s stick ‘em Let’s get ‘em, get all of his spinach Grab ‘em, and flip ‘em, while Killa get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I’m limbin’, I’m just fronin’ ya’ll; ya tittes I’ll touch ‘em, I’ll kiss ‘em, I’ll hug ‘em, I’ll suck ‘em If I’m with a chick, most likely I’m trying to fuck ‘em Not tryin’ cuff ‘em, tryin’ a duck ‘em, lyin’ I love ‘em Have with a pie in they’re oven Shit, to me, ya’ll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin’, beat it, go find a husband Shit, that’ll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I’m at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I’m at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won’t stop my chedda [Chorus] For all my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey’s that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep Getting it sweet, have ‘em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don’t care how bad no chick is, I ain’t licking nobody’s feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever) |
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You do what you do where you live I do what i do where i live That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo... [verse one] Where i'm from kids get it hectic But get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dislexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girls fate just for abortion money Honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like avion Type a shit my niggas get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?) Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan Shit, only thing i leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo [verse two] Now it's gangs out here Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin Look out y'all, here the padon wagon Cops or punks, hit em with the pump Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say "Ching chang maka halia" Yeah, shit like that! Get my gat, click my clack Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas Am i a vantriloquiste? Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis Be carefull, Harlem World will get this [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo... [verse three] Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale And i don't run the crack spot Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop One of the have-nots to brick money Then i came thru in the six yummy Ya whole click sick tummy But be carefull, out in this game Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... [repeat x2] [outro] Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo |
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Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp Flow is flow Doe is do ho's a ho Chic's a chic Trick's a trick Bitch a bitch across the world So nigga getcha money and attend to your girl [Cam'ron] Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em rip'em and rock'em but if I hit'em I pop'em but if I lick'em I lock'em and I ain't famous at all Let my game tell it all but they a pain in my balls got to train'em like dogs from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house but i make, babies with babies let the street drive'em crazy they say "Cam, good you saved me" now I pimp'em and they pay me They feelin' it like Jay-Z or Suger Hill like AZ when Party Time like plainly I'm So-So Def like JD Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga Mad depressed I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest 'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion Chorus x 1 Now baby-cakes what's you're name? (Ain't no need to explain) Why is that? ('Cause I'm from Down South) Well I got Down South game And to mess wit' you this my last attempt 'cause I only like when you're ass is bent so they're dumb they're sashin you ain't know why you catch their pimp? go ask him, my whores are fresh so I afforded them 'xplore the rest tell you now backdoor's the best for the stress we never raw in flesh Why I'm sores aguess (?) I done pay for yeah I stack them chips condoms when i grab them hips kiss and mix you wrap them lips and if she act (smack the bitch) if she wack (smack the bitch) sad to see the way it had to be smack the bitch the bitch don't smack me Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines yo, my rhymes got a concubine 'cause I control they mind avoid the crew 'void the groove got more doe, than the fued got more hoes, than the few if I die they wouldn't know what to do whatcha think all they do is cry? tell you this between you and I forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide Chorus x 1 And now I'm drunk of the Henny now went off the Remmy now niggaz always envy now 'cause I'm good and plenty now and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow girls acting friendly now (Killa c'mon feel me OWWW) I leave'm past sleeping last weekend I took Cardin to get his ass eatin he said you pass freepin' but I'ma ace so throw your cards up but if you stink baby, I ain't hard up parl' up to wash up but that's insulting revolting but if you clean we ballin' eat you 'till you catch convultions and girls all feen, for the bod on my team and my mob think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God and all sluts, witht he V's let'em see how it be they be like "No, you ain't puttin' all that meat up in me" you wil'in out for the styinout girls say I'm foul and doubt but baby got to understand that's what my style's 'bout Chorus x 2 Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp |
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Cam) Father (Minister) Yes my son (Cam) Forgive me for I have sinned Its been 21 years since my last confession (Minister) 21? That seems like a very long time for you to miss confession my son (Cam) Yeah but I'm only 19 (Minister) 19? (Cam) Yeah (Minister) Thats interesting (Cam) Yeah its like I just have these dreeeamz and you know Verse 1 Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Yo father where you wanna start How I love ladies Or how I'm slug crazy Or how I'm a thug maybe From a drug baby I mean more than just a slight high I mean father I'm blind out my right eye Don't mourn and cry Cause we were born to die So fuck mom and father cries I was one never to bother guys But when my girl got sadamized I was dramatized Shoved the dick down her throat and Told her it was a taste test and Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath I mean they fucked her and stuck her I said man, fuck a age test Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway I'm one that like to chase death But that guy, got to get him hit Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones My man with the crime sheet But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece And she had a nice figure Drove a nice Vigor And for mr to bag her That I had to be a nice nigga Wait, wait, don't appall me yo I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know But his wife did use to call me yo Now I roll for the hell I'm sorry father Let me go head and tell How I really wanna be old in a cell See my two year old nephew I swear I was holding him well Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried I had to scold him and yell Ya know one thing led to another I said oh what the hell Then I threw him against the wall His parents I told them he fell Thats why I'm going to hell This shit ain't going that well Too many things I did that aren't loose Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost My grandfather got me mad And I peed inside hid orange juice And asked him if its tangy When I'm angry Then one day When I thought it wasn't a sin left I ran into my aunt With the fat ass and the thin chest I don't really wanna talk about it Or get in depth But father I'm gon' leave you With this last word called incest (Cam) You know what I'm sayin'? (Minister) My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord. Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened, that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath |
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