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(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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| 4:26 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:54 |
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| 3:28 |
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| 2:35 |
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| 2:13 |
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| 2:47 |
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| 3:22 |
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| 2:28 |
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| 2:56 |
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| 4:09 |
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| 12. |
| 4:42 |
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| 3:02 |
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| 2:42 |
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| 2:37 |
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| 3:23 |
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| 3:21 |
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| 3:18 |
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| 1:47 |
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| 20. |
| 0:59 |
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| 21. |
| 3:32 |
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| 22. |
| 2:30 |
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| 23. |
| 1:36 |
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| 24. |
| 4:03 |
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| 3:19 |
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| 27. |
| 4:22 |
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