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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(feat. Max B)
(Intro: Cam'Ron) Ok First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame Second - you stole Kanye from Dame Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off I had to turn the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? Back to business (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin And he can't dress dog who styled 'em It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope) Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe (Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga) He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there) At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie) I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on) How could he be the man? (huh) Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk) You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars) I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers (Chorus 2X: Max B) You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us) But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet) In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet) This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet) Pushin 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come (Verse 2: Cam'Ron) Killa! Let's go Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes) Off of Rocafella right? no contact But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz) East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album) I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word) Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop) Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her "Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth" It ain't my fault I'm raw I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot) Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead" (Chorus) (Ontro 1: Cam'Ron) Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man This just round one, 15 rounds B We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou' Actin like you gon diss us You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man You aint gone Sadam Hussein it Acting like you got something over there You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(feat. Max B)
(Intro: Cam'Ron) Ok First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame Second - you stole Kanye from Dame Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off I had to turn the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? Back to business (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin And he can't dress dog who styled 'em It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope) Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe (Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga) He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there) At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie) I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on) How could he be the man? (huh) Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk) You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars) I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers (Chorus 2X: Max B) You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us) But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet) In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet) This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet) Pushin 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come (Verse 2: Cam'Ron) Killa! Let's go Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes) Off of Rocafella right? no contact But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz) East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album) I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word) Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop) Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her "Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth" It ain't my fault I'm raw I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot) Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead" (Chorus) (Ontro 1: Cam'Ron) Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man This just round one, 15 rounds B We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou' Actin like you gon diss us You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man You aint gone Sadam Hussein it Acting like you got something over there You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(Phone Conversation)
(Cam:) Hello (Girl:) Yo Kam (Cam:) Yo mom whatsup whats goin on (Girl:) Yo I cant meet you later yo (Cam:) What Happened? (Girl:) Yo he stalkin me (Cam:) He in yo face like dat (Girl:) Like dat yo hold on Yo Im talkin to June Allright (Cam:) Damn he in yo face like dat (Girl:) Just like dat Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later (Cam:) Alright Alright (Cam) Ay Yo you got ta undastand Im like a food to tha world Cuz Im friends wit ya man Plus your cool wit my girl Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay But he know where u at every minute of tha day But since we learned to creep Is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep Its like a sin or a crime U in tha benz all tha time But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time Ill be selfish Sayin chancin tha long Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID And my girl in my face jus stressin me child But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial (Chorus) Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones (Cam) I feel bad but good uh huh When Im sexin u But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual The way you handle tha things Minds a professional But a real freak behind close doors And you have me open tha way u throw yours What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz And when u go down how u move those jawz Oh Lord For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about who we hurt But ?mom? i love ya technique Tha way u make tha bed squeak Ya man cant get it up Maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep In a lex jeep At a secret location do it again next week (Chorus) (Cam) Now that I sit here I lay distraught Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport Cause when Im wit my girl u even stay in thought And that dates back to my days in court Sayin u admired tha way I faught U aint even listen when my airplay was short Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it But u ever really think about is it worth it When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin mr. mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke (phone convo) (Girl:) Cam Im pregnant (Cam:) So Whatchu tellin me for (Girl:) Oh u can Lay down and make a baby But u cant take care of one (Cam:) Get outta here wit dat Righteous (Chorus till fade) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(Phone Conversation)
(Cam:) Hello (Girl:) Yo Kam (Cam:) Yo mom whatsup whats goin on (Girl:) Yo I cant meet you later yo (Cam:) What Happened? (Girl:) Yo he stalkin me (Cam:) He in yo face like dat (Girl:) Like dat yo hold on Yo Im talkin to June Allright (Cam:) Damn he in yo face like dat (Girl:) Just like dat Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later (Cam:) Alright Alright (Cam) Ay Yo you got ta undastand Im like a food to tha world Cuz Im friends wit ya man Plus your cool wit my girl Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay But he know where u at every minute of tha day But since we learned to creep Is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep Its like a sin or a crime U in tha benz all tha time But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time Ill be selfish Sayin chancin tha long Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID And my girl in my face jus stressin me child But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial (Chorus) Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones (Cam) I feel bad but good uh huh When Im sexin u But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual The way you handle tha things Minds a professional But a real freak behind close doors And you have me open tha way u throw yours What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz And when u go down how u move those jawz Oh Lord For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about who we hurt But ?mom? i love ya technique Tha way u make tha bed squeak Ya man cant get it up Maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep In a lex jeep At a secret location do it again next week (Chorus) (Cam) Now that I sit here I lay distraught Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport Cause when Im wit my girl u even stay in thought And that dates back to my days in court Sayin u admired tha way I faught U aint even listen when my airplay was short Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it But u ever really think about is it worth it When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin mr. mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke (phone convo) (Girl:) Cam Im pregnant (Cam:) So Whatchu tellin me for (Girl:) Oh u can Lay down and make a baby But u cant take care of one (Cam:) Get outta here wit dat Righteous (Chorus till fade) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[Intro]:
Yeah nigga This is what the fuck I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jimmy Jones]: Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga I came up with no dag Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash No threads and no rags Shit was serious I wasn't in no fads nigga I'm no pretender I've been to jail and I know offenders You I don't know or no remember But I know you tender Shit you ain't no exeption I'm in the hood with no redemption When you gonna die in life there's no prevention Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad Yeah I was one that would cut you Cause I came up to with no one to look up to But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende [Freaky Zeeky]: Comprende what the fuck Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker Got get your own cheese nigga What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do [Cam'ron]: Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils I don't have to swallow pills Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals Why did I cop to steal Why did I ride ride for real Why we can't wait til our time God could take her Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a Why the great ones always break up And when travisty happen they wanna make up Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry Why when I get on blood got to die Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right I got to fuck every night Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves Why periods last three to five days Why we ain't retreated to slaves Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage And we say the beasts is in rage Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page Whys no such thing as true lies Why can't I have two rather than few highs Whys homos got to do guys in the world Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun Why man in statue depend on his rocks son Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders And niggas get cooked like burgers Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick Why this rap shit Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs Yo why you all wanna see me blow Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette [Outro]: Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again I want that money too nigga Fuck that lil two dolla prude I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker Nigga you better get some more money cause We got to tapes up this motherfucker You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker I bet you better believe that |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
[Intro]:
Yeah nigga This is what the fuck I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jimmy Jones]: Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga I came up with no dag Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash No threads and no rags Shit was serious I wasn't in no fads nigga I'm no pretender I've been to jail and I know offenders You I don't know or no remember But I know you tender Shit you ain't no exeption I'm in the hood with no redemption When you gonna die in life there's no prevention Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad Yeah I was one that would cut you Cause I came up to with no one to look up to But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende [Freaky Zeeky]: Comprende what the fuck Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker Got get your own cheese nigga What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do [Cam'ron]: Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils I don't have to swallow pills Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals Why did I cop to steal Why did I ride ride for real Why we can't wait til our time God could take her Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a Why the great ones always break up And when travisty happen they wanna make up Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry Why when I get on blood got to die Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right I got to fuck every night Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves Why periods last three to five days Why we ain't retreated to slaves Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage And we say the beasts is in rage Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page Whys no such thing as true lies Why can't I have two rather than few highs Whys homos got to do guys in the world Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun Why man in statue depend on his rocks son Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders And niggas get cooked like burgers Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick Why this rap shit Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs Yo why you all wanna see me blow Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette [Outro]: Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again I want that money too nigga Fuck that lil two dolla prude I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker Nigga you better get some more money cause We got to tapes up this motherfucker You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker I bet you better believe that |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
[Cam'ron]
Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
[Cam'ron]
Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(Cam'Ron: Intro)
KILLA! Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick...... Had her wifed up........that's what's in and shit ya dig? (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) Yo she took me out my stinkin' aces, to the pinkest bracelet Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?) From Columbia, then she moved to Canada Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her Met her in '90, jayvel was the damager (????) I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her That was confusing her, he was abusing her That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah' Of course of course, never had intercourse Of course of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?) Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!) Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor (HOOK) POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) My pride and joy, I call her butter When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother see she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin the gutta I let my baby hang outside with the brothers Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja But I did watch her, played Tony Montana Here's a queeeeeelo, yep she'll be back For them peso's, yep she'll be crack Rocks so bright, money so right I got 7 workers, she's Snow White And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs AND, and it's.........IT'S THEM BOYS WE GET DOUGH ASK A FIEND CAUSE THEY KNOW AND, and...........DON'T BE SHY WHERE TO LIE YESSIRY WE GET HIGH FA'SHO, DIPSET...............LET'S RIDE (HOOK X3) (Cam'Ron: Verse 3) KILLA! McGoo said that the bird's the word But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi Not concerned with many, got my girl here When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty (HOOK) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(Cam'Ron: Intro)
KILLA! Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick...... Had her wifed up........that's what's in and shit ya dig? (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) Yo she took me out my stinkin' aces, to the pinkest bracelet Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?) From Columbia, then she moved to Canada Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her Met her in '90, jayvel was the damager (????) I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her That was confusing her, he was abusing her That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah' Of course of course, never had intercourse Of course of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?) Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!) Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor (HOOK) POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) My pride and joy, I call her butter When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother see she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin the gutta I let my baby hang outside with the brothers Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja But I did watch her, played Tony Montana Here's a queeeeeelo, yep she'll be back For them peso's, yep she'll be crack Rocks so bright, money so right I got 7 workers, she's Snow White And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs AND, and it's.........IT'S THEM BOYS WE GET DOUGH ASK A FIEND CAUSE THEY KNOW AND, and...........DON'T BE SHY WHERE TO LIE YESSIRY WE GET HIGH FA'SHO, DIPSET...............LET'S RIDE (HOOK X3) (Cam'Ron: Verse 3) KILLA! McGoo said that the bird's the word But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi Not concerned with many, got my girl here When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty (HOOK) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog, one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about Spade: Ayo They wanna flip me Bounce me Half and quarter ounce me Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me Hit me four five rubber grip me Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me Dimes wanna twist me Nah you can't kiss me Go 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris me Baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool Motherfucker Cam'Ron: Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast Everybody smart in math Loan sharks with cash Running from the narks and task Streets arts and craft ? Come on I start to laugh Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass Now a nigga paid out suede couch I'm into hooded things Bitch butt be way out These cats be Hecliff When I come around they play mouse Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom Heavy in arms In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover Collar big Cotton candy blue gators polishment Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment We pour it on 'em Meet a snitch throw wall off on em Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double Guns double tecks Hoes double sex Accountant handle my money but I double check Bubble lex Ain't too much more I care about Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a few differ Nigga pelican slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final call Gun up in the spinal cord I got no time for y'all We 8 digets you play frigate Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits Around us straight midgets Jewels we keep frozen Y'all keep dozing The wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozen Bitches calling me husband Saying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochie I'm dyin for a hoochie With an iron for a boobie Casino style diamonds in the doopey But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie But need work Plate of a kind If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop buck fifty Gun shoot buck fifty Bear facts ? buck fifty Air Max buck fifty Only New York nigga to fuck with me On her period blood sticky Same night flood missy Play Toronto like Doug Christy Fuck Christy Louie the 13 Slugs with me Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog, one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about Spade: Ayo They wanna flip me Bounce me Half and quarter ounce me Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me Hit me four five rubber grip me Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me Dimes wanna twist me Nah you can't kiss me Go 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris me Baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool Motherfucker Cam'Ron: Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast Everybody smart in math Loan sharks with cash Running from the narks and task Streets arts and craft ? Come on I start to laugh Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass Now a nigga paid out suede couch I'm into hooded things Bitch butt be way out These cats be Hecliff When I come around they play mouse Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom Heavy in arms In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover Collar big Cotton candy blue gators polishment Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment We pour it on 'em Meet a snitch throw wall off on em Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double Guns double tecks Hoes double sex Accountant handle my money but I double check Bubble lex Ain't too much more I care about Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a few differ Nigga pelican slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final call Gun up in the spinal cord I got no time for y'all We 8 digets you play frigate Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits Around us straight midgets Jewels we keep frozen Y'all keep dozing The wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozen Bitches calling me husband Saying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochie I'm dyin for a hoochie With an iron for a boobie Casino style diamonds in the doopey But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie But need work Plate of a kind If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop buck fifty Gun shoot buck fifty Bear facts ? buck fifty Air Max buck fifty Only New York nigga to fuck with me On her period blood sticky Same night flood missy Play Toronto like Doug Christy Fuck Christy Louie the 13 Slugs with me Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Whatever
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Whatever
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
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 control the key F that get back control the weed (Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one done pop one Scrap nine one Wanna ride shotgun 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 Yo 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 ride the steal wit Someone to share my meal wit It's that there look wit you A 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 head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and 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 fun to me But the man wanna honor me and I'm like wow I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her Yall don't know pursue in her I got a gurl she what that got to do wit her Get through mess around my come down put two in her But I'm in a heavy case like the type pepsi make Who you fake got pies like betty bake Top balla in every state In Chi i might Boston I'm Kenny In Miami and Timmy and Phoenic I'm Penny Then in Harlem I'm Sammy in 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 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 head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and 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 weakin out stay out Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe down for a little lay d**k on the low yall know I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick Squeeze the click 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 (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 head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and 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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers You got a lot to live for Shit fuck all that I'm fam you live for me then Fuck that shit Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed [Verse 1]: Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip Crash the car crush the whip There was one time I love the six fuck this shit Trust a chick never that It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip Fuck like a neck fuck I expect I could get weight I'll take half of his cake Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate And the beef up the hill is real gettin live Still sittin by still gettin high Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em Approclamation what detoxication (Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion Whoa I'm so high you're so high What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what [Chorus]: What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? [Verse 2]: Yo yo I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college So that mission obolished straight street life power Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone What do it matter they just realte the business Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark We ordered the pie you sort of a lie You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what [Chorus] Bloodshed there Grandma dead |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers You got a lot to live for Shit fuck all that I'm fam you live for me then Fuck that shit Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed [Verse 1]: Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip Crash the car crush the whip There was one time I love the six fuck this shit Trust a chick never that It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip Fuck like a neck fuck I expect I could get weight I'll take half of his cake Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate And the beef up the hill is real gettin live Still sittin by still gettin high Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em Approclamation what detoxication (Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion Whoa I'm so high you're so high What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what [Chorus]: What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? [Verse 2]: Yo yo I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college So that mission obolished straight street life power Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone What do it matter they just realte the business Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark We ordered the pie you sort of a lie You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what [Chorus] Bloodshed there Grandma dead |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn (Verse 1) Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe That was her boo, yes sir true But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue His ex wife, a new sex life But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes (Hook) Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice They got me sayin D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn (Verse 2) They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you I come once a year, I'm like the carnival They all talk about me, call him Donahue It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me Get with me physically, mentally, literally My henchmen, they lynch men They apply the appliances the wrench-men That's sense ten, I've been attendin Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence But it was said right, I was dead nice And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right This red ice, chicken wings red rice But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes (Hook) (Verse 3) Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real No singer b, sling Heavy D Ready rock, killa cop, steady b Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you 5'6" 150, I need all of you She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa I know you first class, I'm a jet flight No take off, first get ya wet wipes (Hook) - 2X |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn (Verse 1) Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe That was her boo, yes sir true But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue His ex wife, a new sex life But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes (Hook) Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice They got me sayin D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn (Verse 2) They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you I come once a year, I'm like the carnival They all talk about me, call him Donahue It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me Get with me physically, mentally, literally My henchmen, they lynch men They apply the appliances the wrench-men That's sense ten, I've been attendin Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence But it was said right, I was dead nice And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right This red ice, chicken wings red rice But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes (Hook) (Verse 3) Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real No singer b, sling Heavy D Ready rock, killa cop, steady b Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you 5'6" 150, I need all of you She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa I know you first class, I'm a jet flight No take off, first get ya wet wipes (Hook) - 2X |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Hi, im mizzle Former herion addict Coke head Crack fiend Man if killa had it , i tried it If i itch he scratch, yo no homo man But im part of the diplomats now Yea u kno the byrd gang Dip set bitch So id like to welcome you to purple haze the album Yea my man killa's a mother fucker I mean, he brings out the best in u If u rap, u better spit that shit N u better sell that shit too If u steal, dont rob a store Rob the stash house "george its 200 bricks in there stupid" Ha thats wat he told george man Wut up o yea If u sellin nickels n dimes Then ure nickel n dimin Get some weight on u like that fat bitch delaresse I i still dont kno wat that means man but But i do kno wat this means U get high, get high all the way U sniff coke, fuck it, smoke crack Dont stop there, if u smoke crack, shoot dope If u shoot dope, sniff meth He had all that shit rite there fer sale man Funny mother fucker |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Hi, im mizzle Former herion addict Coke head Crack fiend Man if killa had it , i tried it If i itch he scratch, yo no homo man But im part of the diplomats now Yea u kno the byrd gang Dip set bitch So id like to welcome you to purple haze the album Yea my man killa's a mother fucker I mean, he brings out the best in u If u rap, u better spit that shit N u better sell that shit too If u steal, dont rob a store Rob the stash house "george its 200 bricks in there stupid" Ha thats wat he told george man Wut up o yea If u sellin nickels n dimes Then ure nickel n dimin Get some weight on u like that fat bitch delaresse I i still dont kno wat that means man but But i do kno wat this means U get high, get high all the way U sniff coke, fuck it, smoke crack Dont stop there, if u smoke crack, shoot dope If u shoot dope, sniff meth He had all that shit rite there fer sale man Funny mother fucker |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? ([Cam:] Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice In front of sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort Jay puff shine, cases was caught Midnight pick fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, you from two-one Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one [Jay-Z] Coverage I synethestry Got rise from defending me Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up [Cam'Ron] Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug, You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love And we won't stop til I get back blood Holla at em Hov [Jay-Z] I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, holla, Dash Get the fuck off our dicks I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Uh huh hey I remember when
I back in the days When I ain't hot shit now that I got shit Niggas wanna keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown R Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with Benini schemes Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist But yo throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin thug money Cop so much huh they say I love money carats like bugs bunny So lets slide you got the right thong Dju don't know I'm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs To the BM REM's are Muy bien It's R Kelly killer Cam Baby girl can you dig now Next time we see him yo we laying Mr Biggs down To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Yo I used to be in Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo all my people givin eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute when they can't stand me R Kelly yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul Everything that we spit on is platinum gold But now it's for the love for all the players and the thugs Yo it's a party goin on meet me right at the club We got some chickens in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving till six in the morning Thugged out my people gettin head while we on and Tear the club up every time we performin Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Because this shorty right here lookin good in my face Ay yo it's so deep I told shorty just last week Uh huh it's like you remind me of my jeep To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Only ballers be allowed up in here Money makers got my thug niggas watchin my rear for player haters Eighteen and I'm livin a dream go figure How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger Don't sweat that stick to rap nigga try that Call my nigga R Kell if you need a hit black And when you get it make it known baby who did it It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it Now here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas Left out the club with her friend now she jealous Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep sleep sleep I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep Got your girl sayin' Yo who he So let's ride to Rockland's party uh huh Check Ghetto pro federal Jay Z shake the dice let em go Bet a load I tear down every show Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row Says R Jay y'all all I need is four bars I'm hotter than a lotta men Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color then hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you ought to rewind find there's more to find Now pop that cork then pour the wine Represent New York to Chitown like what Floss mine like of course my what Never cross my family can we all get along Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz Not your baby daddy but Jay Z true that is Better school that kid on who's shoes that is Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Let's get together and make this make this loot Trackmasters Rockland Make this loot Untertainment Come on players Thugged out Come on players And we out like that Rock a fella ya'll |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
PEOPLE LIEEEE I DON'T KNOW WHYYY
AND THEN THEY DIEEEE AND MOTHERS CRYYYY AND I CAN'T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT'S SO SO FLYYY...IT'S DIPSET DIPSET! [Cam'Ron:] What up Ja [Lil Ja:] What up? [Cam:] What's the deal? [Lil Ja:] Nothing...Cam you can't be feeding niggaz [Cam:] Why not? [Lil Ja:] Cause they don't appreciate shit... I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM! [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] KILLA! YO! I'm official nice (nice), y'all niggaz Fisher Price (price) F**k "trout" you bout....let's "fish for ice"! This a risk that's light, get it right the vicious price ($50,000) Plus my kicks are Nike...this what the bitches like Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight Mister right, kissed her right...make sure that her lips get white She don't suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice She a hummer, nah plumber she can "twist the pipe" When I was fifteen, BANG BANG, I call my moms.. cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond All the Ganj, all is gone...just came from Autobon Came back with the foreign palm.....I'LL HOLLAAAA! Shit....before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt Eurth told me go to school....nah bitch go to work And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work (where you going with my shit?!?!) And the nerve to hold her purse.....I'LL HOLLAAAA! [HOOK] [Juelz:] WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY... WE SLANG YAY.. IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY! [Cam'Ron:] AND WE CRAZY HOLMES.. .380 HOLMES.. TO YA BABY'S DOME....BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM! [Juelz:] AND WE BOMB LIKE "LA BOMBA" WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS AND THEY BOMB YA [Cam'Ron:] AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY! [Verse 2: Cam'Ron] Ok...here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown, in the house, hollaback, going around, done clown I'ma do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a O When I wrap that...pass that, catch that, fast that....motherf**kers had to know! OH OH!...I'm about that cornbread, believe me I'm beyond dead I do this for blood sheed, do it for Bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! (WOOO!) Lemme slow it up (why?), so y'all can cope in touch I'm heroine and sex in one...dope as f**k I'm hoping I'm roping the trojan and go in the hole and open it up...if not dog I'm choking the slut Am I poking or what? You got to figure dog The game in a chicken wing, stupid "figure four" I'm that nigga y'all......I just ball, best dressed, dress fresh, oh yes YES Y'ALL! [HOOK] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
PEOPLE LIEEEE I DON'T KNOW WHYYY
AND THEN THEY DIEEEE AND MOTHERS CRYYYY AND I CAN'T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT'S SO SO FLYYY...IT'S DIPSET DIPSET! [Cam'Ron:] What up Ja [Lil Ja:] What up? [Cam:] What's the deal? [Lil Ja:] Nothing...Cam you can't be feeding niggaz [Cam:] Why not? [Lil Ja:] Cause they don't appreciate shit... I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM! [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] KILLA! YO! I'm official nice (nice), y'all niggaz Fisher Price (price) F**k "trout" you bout....let's "fish for ice"! This a risk that's light, get it right the vicious price ($50,000) Plus my kicks are Nike...this what the bitches like Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight Mister right, kissed her right...make sure that her lips get white She don't suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice She a hummer, nah plumber she can "twist the pipe" When I was fifteen, BANG BANG, I call my moms.. cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond All the Ganj, all is gone...just came from Autobon Came back with the foreign palm.....I'LL HOLLAAAA! Shit....before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt Eurth told me go to school....nah bitch go to work And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work (where you going with my shit?!?!) And the nerve to hold her purse.....I'LL HOLLAAAA! [HOOK] [Juelz:] WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY... WE SLANG YAY.. IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY! [Cam'Ron:] AND WE CRAZY HOLMES.. .380 HOLMES.. TO YA BABY'S DOME....BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM! [Juelz:] AND WE BOMB LIKE "LA BOMBA" WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS AND THEY BOMB YA [Cam'Ron:] AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY! [Verse 2: Cam'Ron] Ok...here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown, in the house, hollaback, going around, done clown I'ma do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a O When I wrap that...pass that, catch that, fast that....motherf**kers had to know! OH OH!...I'm about that cornbread, believe me I'm beyond dead I do this for blood sheed, do it for Bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! (WOOO!) Lemme slow it up (why?), so y'all can cope in touch I'm heroine and sex in one...dope as f**k I'm hoping I'm roping the trojan and go in the hole and open it up...if not dog I'm choking the slut Am I poking or what? You got to figure dog The game in a chicken wing, stupid "figure four" I'm that nigga y'all......I just ball, best dressed, dress fresh, oh yes YES Y'ALL! [HOOK] |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I aint dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised (Chorus) (Mase) Oh every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet (Chorus) Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit (Chorus 2X) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I aint dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised (Chorus) (Mase) Oh every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet (Chorus) Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit (Chorus 2X) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(Intro: Hell Rell)
Yea this sound like a movie right here Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack! Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET! (Hell Rell) Now... If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me I'm putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G.... Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz.... What they name again?....What they claim again? Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite You procrastinated so I got you assasinated Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey (Hook 2X: Cam'Ron) WE BLASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!) CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!) NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!) WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET) AND THE KIDS GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!" (Cam'Ron) DIIIIPSET! If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!) It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns) I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke) No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!) What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?) My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!) Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house) Plus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!) Every car driven....yeah from hard living (hard living) Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?) Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"? YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that) Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan" Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true) She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually) That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill (Hook) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(Intro: Hell Rell)
Yea this sound like a movie right here Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack! Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET! (Hell Rell) Now... If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me I'm putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G.... Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz.... What they name again?....What they claim again? Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite You procrastinated so I got you assasinated Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey (Hook 2X: Cam'Ron) WE BLASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!) CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!) NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!) WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET) AND THE KIDS GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!" (Cam'Ron) DIIIIPSET! If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!) It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns) I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke) No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!) What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?) My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!) Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house) Plus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!) Every car driven....yeah from hard living (hard living) Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?) Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"? YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that) Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan" Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true) She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually) That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill (Hook) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
Excuse me, ma'am can you help me
I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote it down, this is how it should read Wanted one good hearted woman To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved Wanted just one chance to tell her How much he still loves her He can't be sorry enough What's that, no that's all I want to say I just hope these few lines will get to her Yes ma'am, she means everything I hope she comes back when she reads these words |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(feat. 40 Cal.)
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is (Verse 1) I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right) That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' now Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child Garage, Benz, Lamborgini, Rover fouls Red, blue, green like the average frog Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger (Hook) Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up This is for my fly ice niggaz Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us This is for my Benjamin bitches You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches (Verse 2) Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap) Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force Only force I call is the Holocaust Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred) Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older Remember back in the days, man them days is over Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen And that was in the late 1990's You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny Killa, easy (Hook) (Verse 3: 40 Cal.) I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry I triple the chain, triple the wrist Dice game the same night I through triples and split I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet Raping they pockets and taking they projects If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit But for now get ya hustle up How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck (Hook) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(feat. 40 Cal.)
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is (Verse 1) I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right) That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' now Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child Garage, Benz, Lamborgini, Rover fouls Red, blue, green like the average frog Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger (Hook) Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up This is for my fly ice niggaz Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us This is for my Benjamin bitches You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches (Verse 2) Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap) Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force Only force I call is the Holocaust Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred) Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older Remember back in the days, man them days is over Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen And that was in the late 1990's You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny Killa, easy (Hook) (Verse 3: 40 Cal.) I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry I triple the chain, triple the wrist Dice game the same night I through triples and split I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet Raping they pockets and taking they projects If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit But for now get ya hustle up How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck (Hook) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
Killa, dipset, lil weezy, cash money,
yo ma, let me holla, lets do this uh, [Hook] Ma, I been huggin the block (huggin the block) That's right, hustling rocks (hustling rocks) I know I been puffin a lot, But I need to know ma, you gone touch it or not. My drink hard as a rubber rubber you know what, tell that shit to anotha sucka I aint no sucka mama, com'mon, F the drama Pat, kiss it then, lil puckerama Im so active, you bein so draftive Got something for your face, not proactive Imma pro at this, round the globe atlas But I need to know ma, u gone touch it or not Baby girl im in luv wit ya spot Missionary back shots top it off; pop it off (pop it off) I tell ya right now if my **** is soft (what) Hey before and after, top it off Come here ma, show ya how to rock a boss Lick, suck, kiss, kiss, stop, cough, Hop on, hop off, lollypop cough I know its right but here comes the hot sauce. (killah!!) [Hook] Looking light skin, mommy wit tight slims, Big butt, big breasts, I noticed that nice chin, (sturdy chin) I approached her, slight rim, white tins, Number you can type in, sexy on lightment Ill just ask, ma, if we link we link, You don't like nuttin, me nether, what a coinidink (what a coincidence) Miss jiggy, my piggy, pinky ming, pinky ring blingin (oooo) You gone touch it or not? I aint the type to diss you, kinda like the issue. That's the situation, bring wifey wit you. (Bring her) Would you like a tissue, or a wet wipe? Either one baby girl, cuz ya touchin my spot Its not a question now, it's a guarantee, They think I think im the shit, well apparently But you wont hear words like marry me (what, marry me?) The only thing you gone hear is touch it or not!! [Hook] [Lil Wayne] I get head in the strangest places Some nut same time, call it changin' faces I tell the b!tch we ain't tradin places, So stand back and catch my amazing graces Taste ya savor it, vanilla icecream she say ohh my favorite Do you know who you playin wit? Wayne, chillin like a scacrow, lookin for some brain Drivin in the range uh, flyin' on the brain her head is crazy so she's insane She know the game get in and get right every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic I'm hot like light, I'm tough like Ike I don't F wit dog hoes cuz them hoes might bite Yeah, and then she follows and in the back of my mind I hopin' she swallows [Hook x2] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
Killa, dipset, lil weezy, cash money,
yo ma, let me holla, lets do this uh, [Hook] Ma, I been huggin the block (huggin the block) That's right, hustling rocks (hustling rocks) I know I been puffin a lot, But I need to know ma, you gone touch it or not. My drink hard as a rubber rubber you know what, tell that shit to anotha sucka I aint no sucka mama, com'mon, F the drama Pat, kiss it then, lil puckerama Im so active, you bein so draftive Got something for your face, not proactive Imma pro at this, round the globe atlas But I need to know ma, u gone touch it or not Baby girl im in luv wit ya spot Missionary back shots top it off; pop it off (pop it off) I tell ya right now if my **** is soft (what) Hey before and after, top it off Come here ma, show ya how to rock a boss Lick, suck, kiss, kiss, stop, cough, Hop on, hop off, lollypop cough I know its right but here comes the hot sauce. (killah!!) [Hook] Looking light skin, mommy wit tight slims, Big butt, big breasts, I noticed that nice chin, (sturdy chin) I approached her, slight rim, white tins, Number you can type in, sexy on lightment Ill just ask, ma, if we link we link, You don't like nuttin, me nether, what a coinidink (what a coincidence) Miss jiggy, my piggy, pinky ming, pinky ring blingin (oooo) You gone touch it or not? I aint the type to diss you, kinda like the issue. That's the situation, bring wifey wit you. (Bring her) Would you like a tissue, or a wet wipe? Either one baby girl, cuz ya touchin my spot Its not a question now, it's a guarantee, They think I think im the shit, well apparently But you wont hear words like marry me (what, marry me?) The only thing you gone hear is touch it or not!! [Hook] [Lil Wayne] I get head in the strangest places Some nut same time, call it changin' faces I tell the b!tch we ain't tradin places, So stand back and catch my amazing graces Taste ya savor it, vanilla icecream she say ohh my favorite Do you know who you playin wit? Wayne, chillin like a scacrow, lookin for some brain Drivin in the range uh, flyin' on the brain her head is crazy so she's insane She know the game get in and get right every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic I'm hot like light, I'm tough like Ike I don't F wit dog hoes cuz them hoes might bite Yeah, and then she follows and in the back of my mind I hopin' she swallows [Hook x2] |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Uhh, Killa, yo .. You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth, y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .. [Cam'ron] I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'll get you choked up I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up Almost doped up, but had no guts So I pimp all these hoe sluts When they period come it get slow but so what? I got big plans to blow up I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz "My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected Death to (?), "logic" I said Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead [Chorus] For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise [Cam'ron] Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings- |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Yeah...yeah, nigga... Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard? It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA! My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me? We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with killers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed? How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag? How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag? Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel... (Killa! Killa!) Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..." Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... Niggaz wanna despise the team... ROC-A-FELLA When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! KILLA! EASY! Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh muh-muhfucka... |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'Ron]
how I get robbed in cali I be with cali thugs got mobbed in cali yeah that cali love come chatter mouth have my bling black is out stick me what thatt about I was the only rapper out Beverly Foxhill Roscos swap meet Slausson Crenshaw Compton we not sweet like I'm chump change jimmy with his gun game I'm fun aim lax gun range white load the felly fell holla at the kid proper if somethin happen skip rappin the'll be big choppas ghetto byrd word cause I keep the big choppas no disrespect niggaz killed big poppa the williams sista ro9meo from steve harvey got the drop get the drop no please sorry got weed on me no need gaurd me I'm what you need probly we teach robbery [Chorus: Jim Jones] we ride in that east side please roll up my weed high we ride in west side the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty south side midwest uptop when we outside but we ride in that eastside so please roll up my weed high [Jim Jones] my momma allways told me aim for the sky so I came out aimin bangin at guys it was mainly slangin kane by the pies and the fiends was payin for dangerous high o b and amonia we mix it down no sleep on the corner the pitch mound and police when the saw us they frisk us down we all hate marajuwana and coke now so tell bloomberg its a rezy take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy fuck the phone getthe word by mouth when the winter roll around no byrds fly south fuck the cops got hella folks in prison hand over the option but the cell codes still livin [Chorus] [Cam'ron] dope man smoke man o's float the boat no coke for sold man though tan wo man sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla) watch the kid from 140 bake they say shorty straight 48 grams turn 4 to 48 all I do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler) I still bubble o's still double o's still double my double down in the double o big pimp in the caddy akron spingfield cleveland cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it I'm strangly ganged Like 'Pac I'm +Gang Related+ (holla) [Chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa
This that Harlem Music Right Here. This that Diddy Bop, Get ready for the winter music. That's what it is. Killa, Dip Set, <i>[Cam'Ron Verse]</i> Uh, Uh You know me dawg, i just wanna keep the peace But saying my name, that's only gonna lead to beef Tell my niggas chill, but they wanna heat the streets (Be Easy) Or do all the records, Check-it who spit beef to heat <i>[Juelz Santana Verse]</i> Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? Give me the Mac, let me welcome with that Tell ??Mr. Rogers?? I leave his brains on the trolley track Now prolly that <i>[Cam'Ron Verse]</i> Listen, ya'll Stop It (Stop) Know you appalled dotted But this my call by the force prophet, all profit (all profit) Harlem Hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope) But you hard, when you go in the lord's pocket. What you offering, put it, write an offer in They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin Look at the Porsche he's in (look at it) Then Give them portioning (To Who?) No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends Friends, but the sizzurp I'm drinking on Birds I'm thinking on Get your Kirk Franklin on Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on Just when you think it's wrong One blink, he's gone (damn) <i>[Chorus]</i> Father Forgive us We gon take him to church Father Forgive us And it's the truth it hurts Father Forgive us And that won't work No, No, No, No, No Way <i>[Cam'Ron 2nd verse]</i> Yo, you try to handle us Get on the air and damage us Screaming out Harlem (huh) like you ain't just a fan to us (Where you been at?) Well let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us Blink so mad, he went and beat up Canibus Zeke got shot then Zeke locked up (then) E got killed (what else?) B popped up But B hopped up and still broke out his chest On probation, Doe on house arrest (what up Doe) Right out the flesh Sit in a house and rest He don't pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh (Fresssh) Not that you care, just getting clear and think One glare and wink Everyone wearing pink I'm the reason that your two rings are clear (Yeh, What Else?) I'm the reason that your ear rings is square (Yeh, hear?) Now we take trips to casinos, to lovely homes You check on Lotti's mom, Minos, Honeycombs (Homes) You trying to fake it with cardem, pardon You gonna leave them naked like Tarzan <i>[Cam'ron Talking]</i> Kudo Love know that too. Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron 3rd verse]</i> Yo, Yo I kill diamonds, get with pearls I ain't trying kid the world I ain't got beef, when I do, I say ??Get 'Em Girls??br>Not a diss dawg (nope) we just heard the fronting (Heard It) Do Harlem a favor (What?) get a church or something (something) A rec center in the winter where the youth can play They don't even shoot the jay sell drugs, shoot and spray I'm knownbetter, still moving deuce a day Two, that's two keys, I still move the Yay (Yayo) Found a newer way My crew do and say Fist Fights to Shoot Outs, we won't move away <i>[Chorus behind Cam'Ron talking]</i> All my niggas that held it down the last half a decade. My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th. Black tone, White Tone, 142nd Rell Street. And 141st, Tito, My Jamaicans, My Belegians. 33 33 Polo grounds, St.Nick colonial Jurist. Lincoln, Tab, Forster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner. Wilson, East River, The 9, 145th St.Nick, 145th Broadway. Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan. 134th and 8th, Powerful what's really popping. Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head. The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy. A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggas in Harlem. Get your hustle on, Keep your muzzle strong. I know about the blocks you hustle on. |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(Gucci Mane)
I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry on me, yeah Stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci Then just show me how Someone dis me yesterday, What I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Just a chicken in my lap I'm bout to trust her then I die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow top off, I ain't been this hard in a while (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xanbar And If she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter Or Mr. Go Harder And I like my kush dry Like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man, Young Money (Chorus) [Cam'ron] Let's do the first, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me, They brothers wanna fight me, They sisters wanna date me, I tell her bless it baby, You could be my bust it baby, But stay in your place, I need my space, Don't suffocate me, Back black approach us, Clack clack gats in holsters, Cops in black control us, Treat us like rats and roaches, But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush in ya spot, Knock Knock, snock of the glock, It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not? (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly Cause I got a catch and I'm famous Im tryin' to hold my head above water, water Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting Shine with all this ice Homie shine, shine Wanna hate me? Get a ticket and join the line Fine (It's Gucci) |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
(Yo, pass me that phone) [Cam:] Hello? [Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam? [Cam:] Fuck is this B? State ya name [Guy:] Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me O nothing like that, though dog But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though Ad shit like that though dog But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean? [Cam:] Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man. You keep it gully and all this? What's going on what's your name fam? [Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie. Nggaz, niggaz just stay the fuck from my girl and shit You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and shit dog I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and shit man, word up Y'all niggaz fuck with my girl yall niggaz better tell me Tell me or something B, word up [Cam:] Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog I mean who's your girl? [Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin' games? You playin' games doggie? When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right? You running around fucking niggaz girls like that shit's to do you think that shit's to do? That shit ain't gully doggie I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks] [Cam:] Niggaz is fucking crazy [guy talks over beat] [Cam'ron] Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it's a cold world Your wife, I call her "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like "Get the fuck off me bitch" If she front, brui |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
<i>[Jay-Z]</i>
uh huh, yeah <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college) Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All i did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she dont want the phone act She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit <i>[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]</i> Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yo, yo, ayo Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school" Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' See me on broadway, know what im buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin A slow case n', verdict probation Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" See what happen', stopped the crackin' Start rappin', quit the clappin' <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that i became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more the clutch, money more the touch I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, for dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arrainment, Killa <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> That's how it go on my block Mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arraignment |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
<i>[Jay-Z]</i>
uh huh, yeah <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college) Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All i did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she dont want the phone act She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit <i>[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]</i> Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yo, yo, ayo Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school" Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' See me on broadway, know what im buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin A slow case n', verdict probation Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" See what happen', stopped the crackin' Start rappin', quit the clappin' <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that i became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more the clutch, money more the touch I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, for dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arrainment, Killa <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> That's how it go on my block Mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arraignment |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(feat. Hell Rell)
(Cam'ron) Look ma i don't care who you with i ain't here to shoot the shit you see me you goin to see an exclusive whip coup the 6 thats neither here nor there or we can be here or there you feel me i'm killa so that mean you dealin with scriller you eva felt chinchilla hu (Cam'ron) (Verse 1) killa a yo she either on the internet (computer) or watch her lifetime (tv) but she neva met me in her lifetime (neva) wore a size 5 but was 5'9 i keep 99's 9 for the pipe line (Hell Rell) and they call me ruga rell how you doin baby (wats good) i'm like u-haul with the bricks i can move them baby yea mr.campbell i'm kind of soup ma but i ain't with the talkin is you getting in the coup ma (Cam'ron) plus her eyes hot get in my drop she said why shit i'm like why not where you wanna go to waffle house i-hop sit your head on my lap meet cyclops (Hell Rell) or we can do mr.k on the weekdays steak house weekends feeling use your cheapskins now i'm all grown up with a peach benz i'm try to fuck i don't really want to be friends (Chorus) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true, she nice, she rude, but she still want something new (Cam'ron) (Verse 2) dipset you remeber summer crazy but you been mad since brenda had a baby (91) i'm just a offspring member of the 80's get surrended to a lady get offended if they play me (woo) i know a lot of men of men are phony you just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from being lonely that chuc chi to your joney to rock your little poney (Hell Rell) hell rell and a model sitting in the gt k-i-s-s-i-n-g first come love na it ain't love i'm a gangsta let her hold my gunz and my drugs yea i know she feeling a gangsta but its hard for her to deal with a gangsta cause its certin things that she go to do to keep me happy fry some good chicken when i hear her call me daddy i'm from weeks ave mama i get cash mama those some sexy thighs i like that ass mama i'm something like a g cause i bust my mack mame you don't love me you just love my swag (Chorus) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she still want something new (Cam'ron) (Verse 3) and i'm lack toast and talerent pack toast no talerent black mack in back pack black jack amd holla since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no actknowledge meant i got to work sir she's in college miss if i like her i'm cuffing her the wife of a hustler be nice to your custumers when she bite and a mustler tight when i cuddle her thats right when i puzzl her yea right for the juggler i ain't tryin to juggle her diamonds when i smother her (Hell Rell) and you know all my guns got a muffler just wanna see the slut in her i don't want a hug from her (nope) this the life and i'm livin it up if you wanna be with a g then get in my truck yea (CHORUS) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she still want something new |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(feat. Hell Rell)
(Cam'ron) Look ma i don't care who you with i ain't here to shoot the shit you see me you goin to see an exclusive whip coup the 6 thats neither here nor there or we can be here or there you feel me i'm killa so that mean you dealin with scriller you eva felt chinchilla hu (Cam'ron) (Verse 1) killa a yo she either on the internet (computer) or watch her lifetime (tv) but she neva met me in her lifetime (neva) wore a size 5 but was 5'9 i keep 99's 9 for the pipe line (Hell Rell) and they call me ruga rell how you doin baby (wats good) i'm like u-haul with the bricks i can move them baby yea mr.campbell i'm kind of soup ma but i ain't with the talkin is you getting in the coup ma (Cam'ron) plus her eyes hot get in my drop she said why shit i'm like why not where you wanna go to waffle house i-hop sit your head on my lap meet cyclops (Hell Rell) or we can do mr.k on the weekdays steak house weekends feeling use your cheapskins now i'm all grown up with a peach benz i'm try to fuck i don't really want to be friends (Chorus) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true, she nice, she rude, but she still want something new (Cam'ron) (Verse 2) dipset you remeber summer crazy but you been mad since brenda had a baby (91) i'm just a offspring member of the 80's get surrended to a lady get offended if they play me (woo) i know a lot of men of men are phony you just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from being lonely that chuc chi to your joney to rock your little poney (Hell Rell) hell rell and a model sitting in the gt k-i-s-s-i-n-g first come love na it ain't love i'm a gangsta let her hold my gunz and my drugs yea i know she feeling a gangsta but its hard for her to deal with a gangsta cause its certin things that she go to do to keep me happy fry some good chicken when i hear her call me daddy i'm from weeks ave mama i get cash mama those some sexy thighs i like that ass mama i'm something like a g cause i bust my mack mame you don't love me you just love my swag (Chorus) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she still want something new (Cam'ron) (Verse 3) and i'm lack toast and talerent pack toast no talerent black mack in back pack black jack amd holla since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no actknowledge meant i got to work sir she's in college miss if i like her i'm cuffing her the wife of a hustler be nice to your custumers when she bite and a mustler tight when i cuddle her thats right when i puzzl her yea right for the juggler i ain't tryin to juggle her diamonds when i smother her (Hell Rell) and you know all my guns got a muffler just wanna see the slut in her i don't want a hug from her (nope) this the life and i'm livin it up if you wanna be with a g then get in my truck yea (CHORUS) she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she still want something new |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
(feat. Cam'Ron & Freekey Zeekey)
Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch (Cam'ron) Why should I entertain lies in the game Pies to my name E 5 to his brain, die for the chain Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane Dip Gang still ride with the Chain Four guns to none, survive with the chain You know who did it still grindin same Now hide from the fame Im seein it mane, Im seein vain Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game mane You hit the streets with Cane Hit the streets in the Range Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they name Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets Ask about me, do your background check 40th guns revolve around history 40 wolves or a unsolved mystery Give your corner caution, I go on flossin Fuck the robbery I be on extortion Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in strecthers Til the red van come try to raid and wreck us (?) Evil yes infections Put the stamp on if they got the needles check em [Chorus] Hey Zeek you alright (yea) You wanna ride (yea) 45 on my side (yeeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite Now Zeek in the pen (yea) I want revenge (yea) Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite Verse 2 (Cam' Ron) Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more hustle Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go I visit Peru, just to canoe Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa Bitch Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch 40 years go by man still snitch Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch No hammers that night Goddamn man It was Amatuer night I played sandman I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo Cam the Damn nigga tho Fam Fam every damn nigga know So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro [Chorus] Outro [Freeky Zeeky] Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill them. Dipset nigga |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Chorus)
If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat) Killa! Uh! This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it, let me tell you! (Verse 1) Yo my mommy Toy Was my pride and joy She would drive the toys Plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Kroy Yes a 9 in boys Wore a 5 in boys Over the chick shit I shoot 5 wit Roy Now I load the fo' five Shoot 5 at Roy Ain't like my job All guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy But Im the livest Doy (echo doy) A Hustler and Cam famous? You damn anus I dunno but I can't change it Can't paint it Pop it, champagne it Stop it, car drop it, it look dull Damn paint it She would throw a pout How I'm showin' out How I'm out goin' But dont be goin' out It's things to know about When you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route Baby girl, close your mouth Cuz I feed you well Every sneaker, hell You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle Car laga fell Acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell And the bar stop at hell 'Wrong wit chu? She said whats wrong with chu? Always got a song to do Can't get along its true So I skipped marriage Bought her six carrats Rather die that nigga Than to live average (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wann ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron) Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it! Yo! Yo! Uh! Lookin' back on school Arts and crafts Fuck half the staff Beat up half the class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga wit an attitude Meet me after math Had her half and half Not a drink 2 chicks def lit acid fast To half a tab You could ask her ass I would dash and laugh You after me? Huh, Im after cash Im on I-80 Though with my baby Whole ride hazy Tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you Look in the sky baby Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith You the pie lady Fly lady G2 Fly baby gee you Wild baby Please boo whats your size crazy? Don Wonin' When I'm in the foreign Almond drop top My charm is alarmin' I was alertin' her Just to re-insert in her That I would leave Earth wit her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over Im mercin' her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I. But this is B.I. Bia Me and G.I. Be watched by the P.I.'s See why we can't finish together I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real! (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride (to fade out) |
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from R. Kelly - Thoia Thoing/ Snake [single] (2003)
I wanna see you move your body like a snake yeah
Eh yo can y′all hear me out there aiight, now this is what i wanna see I wanna see all of the ladies line up right here now Move your body like a snake ma, like that, Shake it ′til it wanna break ma , like that, Don′t hold back let it go na′ , like that, Let your money make a jump na′, like that, Let me see ya go whoa′ na, like that, Bring it up and let it roll na′ like that, I luv the way you work your chocha, like that, You make me wanna get to know ya, like that. Luvin the way you move so sexy Mama you′re bringin′ me to my knees Hands in the air like you came to party Shakin that ass makin′ the whole club freeze Get down Get down Girl i wanna dance with you baby no doubt Get down Get down Baby we can get together turn this party out. (like two gorillas in a jungle makin′ love) Poppin′ it like a string on a guitar Superstar you know who you are Body smokin′ like a cuban cigar Girl you′re the mama and i′m the dada The way you′re freakin′ it it so ya ya Wil′in out in the back ′o my car Girl you got me screamin′ fiesta Body language sayin′ whatevah Get down Get down Love the way you put that thing on me no doubt Get down get down, Baby we can get together turn this party out. (ya′ll ain′t gotta go home but ya gotta get the hell up outta here) 3 oclock we in the hotel lobby After party in my penthouse suite Lookin′ for a fly shorty to meet Girl like a .... Let me see ya freak The way you′re freakin′ it is so ya ya Wil′in out in the back ′o my car Girl you got me screamin′ fiesta Body language sayin′ whatevah Get down Get down Love the way you put that thing on me no doubt Get down Get down, Baby we can get together turn this party out. (shorty, uh oh) I be′s wit′ ball playas of all sports balla′s and playas of all sorts some of Ya′ll wanna be playas and ballas in all courts Ok lets play rob scooped me up form midway in a bentley now bubble in the club With wild women thats orderin′ beers here′s The hot tub For miles women You′re one in a bill-y-on Body mean like sere-nia willy-ahms French pedicure wax brazill-y-an I′m lovin′ the way you′re movin′ erotic exotic sexy kittens sippin′ hypnotic Spotted you shakin it fast Earthquaking that ass in denim And from the beginnin′ wanted to taste your venom Get down Get down Only one night in town so r you comin′cuz baby i got plans Get down Get down Big tigger doing big things tonight with r-dot(r.) And rockland |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
{Dialing}
"Thank you for calling the--" {Dialing} "I will be... Please hold." I'm grimey. I like-- I still get head from crackhead. {Ringing} "Hello?" Yo this Cam, man. "What's up?" What's the deal neal though nigga? "Nothin, I'm chillin." "What's happenin? "Nothin, I'm chillin." I was just thinkin about the head you gave me yesterday, that shit was kinda good. "{laughs} So you decided to call." No doubt. I really came to see if you were comin to the orgy this weekend. "When?" On most likely Saturday. "Saturday?" Yeah. You got lengerie right? "Of course." Alright, alright. You say you ain't f**kin with no bitches. I told some bitches about you already, they said they wanted to eat you, they was ready. "Oh my God! What's wrong? They don't even know me. They've never even seen me." I told em a little description you know. "Uh uh." A little boom, boom, boom. "You gotta stop playin. No I told them you don't get down. My niggas is ready though. "How you say your niggas is ready?" You act like you gonna be the only girl. |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!! Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it) My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana) It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas) I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] All sides all guys all rise now BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!) Damn straight through your man's plantano You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar We supportin, enforcin, extortion Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who) Who wanna romp with us? (Who) (BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us (We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta (BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!) Made by a woman I was raised by a woman So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women They are shottas, we are breed of achievers That will do anything to suceed or achieve it You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta But won't stand up in the court like a shotta Niggaz like you ought to get shot up For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!) Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters Don Gargon hard and love the drama And tuck the lama, now suck your mama Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy I cannot flop, I, this is shotta Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(Cam'ron)
Shut the fuck up punk! Give me that shit! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthafucka Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Niggas need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 (Chorus)-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme (Cam'ron) Now your store grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee shit And his wife had a grenade That's when my niggas sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that bitch laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real Nigga let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together Nigga that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the nigga wit China white They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day In the worst way (Chorus) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(Cam'ron)
Shut the fuck up punk! Give me that shit! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthafucka Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Niggas need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 (Chorus)-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme (Cam'ron) Now your store grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee shit And his wife had a grenade That's when my niggas sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that bitch laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real Nigga let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together Nigga that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the nigga wit China white They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day In the worst way (Chorus) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!) Shake, shake, shake (Uh!) Shake, shake, shake (uh!) (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, who wanna mess with me Or could with me Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam Trigger teams, click the beam Hit the fiend, give 'em lean Clickin like I'm Nicotine But its all for the green like Listerine Had to dis the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans I ain't Genuwine, ma my missions mean Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana Got the Crys and the ganja And its gettin her calmer, calm her Now she cryin she missin' her mama Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna As she twistin', I fond her As we sit in the sauna Guess its jus' my persona Got her kissin' the condom (Chorus) We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips (Bridge - Cam'Ron) Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin See your booty panties, ma shake something Shake something, shake something Shake-shake, shake shake something (Verse 2 - Cam'Ron) And I got some girls, bout five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick) But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick And your ass if fat and your head is right And your dough is good, we can smash tonight Right here in the car, ma, at the light If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?) Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite (Chorus) (Bridge) (Verse 3 - JR Writer) In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs A gun and some bud through the metal detector The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? I got apes and hounds, he just pace around And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more A VIP up between the bathroom stalls (Chorus) (Bridge) |
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from Case - Personal Conversation (1999)
(Cam'Ron)
Yo, yo, uh, uh Y'know how Cam act drunk or playin' sacks, stand back Have a girl with a grand pack on Amtrak Real shrewd, all these niggas be harrasing a dude Eat a girl that's mad or put glass in my food Or kill me in my sleep or fill me in deep And if we in Alaska, still we feel heat She know how to treat me, don't bug me or beat me And after she skeet me, she f**k me (Case) I remember the days when I wanted you And tell me, dancing lady, said to step to you But now that I'm gone, attitude's gone Say you wanted me all along What should I do for you? (Chorus) Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous I know I need a baby I can trust Oh, when it comes to you All I wanna do is give it to you Now don't pretend it ain't my antics that attractted you Ain't nothing changed about Case since I first met you But now that I'm on, your attitudes gone You say you wanted me all along What should I do? I always wanted to give it to you Touch you in the places you wanted to Now is my time to put it on you If only you tell me you want me to (Chorus) (Cam'Ron) Uh, uh, uh Nice girls with a fella thought I need a hoe that make her tell that bitch Come give me from the Hella Port With a blunt roll, hear her bone Fault even with the stunt Case be unfold, drink milk a month old Be duckin' a fever with one roll And no one to console, come roll With Big Pun and, yeah, Kenny Smoove Take a bath, bitch And get her in any move (Chorus to end) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
JD: Let's rock and roll baby
Cam'Ron: Killa Cam So So Def JD: Y'all know y'all know y'all know y'all know Cam: Untertainment I'm here now I'm here now Cam: Yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar See me in the car let's start with the double R Range Rover Rolls Royce even got a rocky Roly See mo' ice than a hockey goalie Maybe eatin' guacamole I do it out Now I live it out Cars gotta whip 'em out Every year I get it out (Why?) I'll be long gone (Where?) Probably Hong Kong Girls wit they thong on I'm playin' Don Juan Drinkin' Sean John, Where the trau mon? You smoke weed, whatcha think girl? Uh-huh Start the car up, take her on a long ride She think my steerin' wheel on the wrong side No, I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Le Mon like Bacardi Rock like safari But, la di da di, we likes to party And every night believe we gonna leave wit somebody CHORUS We were rockin' and rollin' Now we roll it and smoke it On the phone and were jokin' While ya strollin' and hopin' For the tone that we spoke in And I know that ya open Pour some Branson, Lye Ha, a brand new five Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we live Cam: Now come on girlfriend, I ain't no actin' willie So when you around me don't be actin' silly Accididdy, come on I got the baddest bitties Ass is pretty, like hos down in Magic City Now you smoke hos, with the coco Niggaz, say I'm loco 'cause I'm low-low from the po-pos Every night I stroke hos No-no to homos, F doin' promos I was def already, I just added the so-so Wherever we at, ready to act, betta be strapped Live the life around me whoever tell me to pat And when it comes to the cash bet I'm heavy wit that And if your man wanna bet, I bet he be set And your little girlfriend, she was wet off the bat From the Chevy Senette and yo I bet she be back For the one night stand, yeah the sex in the sack I ask her if she miss it then tell her to kiss it CHORUS Cam: Yo your girl around me is like sand to a beach, or a gram to a ki, or a branch to a tree Your money, is like my advance to a g And you'll see me and Lance in a V Actin' wild, Jimmy back me child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now? But I love when hos calls me the cat's meow (meow) 'cause I run up in 'em and I make they cat meow (meow) Are you hip to dive, how we dip to the drive? 1/2 of my game, yo that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke, from the hoop to the five And I'm right behind ya in a coupe that we drive Baby am I slick, all your friends is sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my click, we get the dank and bounce And put anotha half a mil in my bank account CHORUS JD: Untertainment, So So Def, collabo, you know, yeah |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
<i>[J.D.]</i> Lets rock and roll baby
<i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Killa Cam <i>[J.D.]</i> Yea <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> So So Def <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Untertainment <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> I'm here now <i>[J.D.]</i> Come on Ey yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar But you see me in the car that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamolie I did without Now I live it out Cars got to whip it out Every year I get it out Why I be long gone Where maybe Hong Kong Girls with their thong on I'm playing Don Juan Drinking Char Don Where the trauma You smoke weed what you think girl uh huh Start the car up Take her on a long ride Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side No I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Lemon like Bacardi Rock with safari But la de la de We like to party And every night believe we going to leave with somebody <i>[CHORUS]</i> We be rockin' and rollin' Now we rollin' and smokin' On the phone and we chokin' While you strollin' and hopin' For the tone which you spoke in And I know that you're open Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we be live Ey yo come on girlfriend I ain't no act of willy So when you around here don't be acting silly Ask her did he Come on I got teh baddest biddies Ass is pretty Like hoes down in Magic City Now you smoke hoes and the coco Niggas say I'm loco Cause I'm low low from the puffo Every night I stroke hoes No no for homos F doing promos I was Def already I just added to So So Wherever we at Ready to act Better be strapped I live the life around me Whoever is telling me that And when it come to the cash Bet I'm heavy with that If your man want to bet Bet he be cracked And your little girlfriend She was wet off the bat From the Chevy tonight Yo i'll bet she be back For the one night stand Yea the sex in the sack Yo I ask her if she miss it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on <i>[CHORUS]</i> Ey yo your girl around me thats like sand to a beach Or a gram to a K Or a branch to a tree Your money Thats my advance to cheat And you'll see me and Lance to the V Yea acting wild Jimmy back me child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now But I love when hoes call me The cats meow Cause I run up in them and I make their cat meow Are you hip to the dive How we get to teh thighs Half of my game yo that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the five And I'm right behind him in a coup that we drive Baby am i slick Oh your friends are sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my clique We get the dank and bounce And put another half a mil in my bank account <i>[CHORUS]</i> <i>[J.D.]</i> Untertainment So So Def Collabo You know Yea |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
<i>[Max B]</i>
Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! Let's go <i>[Max B]</i> WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY) BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY! <i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i> It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!) They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)... and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!) I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)... then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!) We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)... cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)... buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!) I'm tryna get the dame to breeze.... but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!) I told the lady I be... doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!) Middle name "forty on the wrist" last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!) <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i> Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!) look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha) We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it) I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?) New York to Miami Beach (yeah) Bitch I live the life of a hood-star rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW) Got em all shaking they tush like I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!) But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant I see it, I like it, I buy it baby I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i> WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!) I'm exec already (fuck that!) See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here) I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic) The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words) Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it) better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV (flat screens watch flat screens) Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)... fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact) Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls... you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!) Maesarati's back to back come ride with me on 1100 not the bike....two 550's! KILLA! <i>[HOOK]</i> |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(yo pass me that phone)
Cam: Hello? Guy: Yo, yo, can i speak to Cam? Cam: Fuck is this B? state ya name Guy: Yo, yo, hello yo, you dont know me or nothin like dat, though dog But yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though, and shit like dat though dog but im tryin, knawhaImean? Cam: Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man, you keep it gully and all this? Whats goin on whats ya name fam? Guy: Doggie, Doggie, you dont know me doggie, niggaz, niggaz just stay tha fuck away from my girl and hit. You know what im saiyn? my nigga gutter told me and shit dog im tryin find out, though whats poppin and shit man, word up Yall niggaz fuck wit girl yall niggaz better tell me, tell me or something B, word up Cam: Tell mya and tell you? Calm down, you not even talkin right dog, I mean whos ya girl? Guy: Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin games? when i catch you, it aint gonna be so fuckin funny doggie. Yall niggas think its all sweet, right? Your runnin round fucking niggaz girls like that shits to do you think shits to do? That shit aint gully doggie, Ima catch you, word up (*screamning, phone clicks*) Cam: Niggaz is fuckin crazy |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(yo pass me that phone)
Cam: Hello? Guy: Yo, yo, can i speak to Cam? Cam: Fuck is this B? state ya name Guy: Yo, yo, hello yo, you dont know me or nothin like dat, though dog But yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though, and shit like dat though dog but im tryin, knawhaImean? Cam: Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man, you keep it gully and all this? Whats goin on whats ya name fam? Guy: Doggie, Doggie, you dont know me doggie, niggaz, niggaz just stay tha fuck away from my girl and hit. You know what im saiyn? my nigga gutter told me and shit dog im tryin find out, though whats poppin and shit man, word up Yall niggaz fuck wit girl yall niggaz better tell me, tell me or something B, word up Cam: Tell mya and tell you? Calm down, you not even talkin right dog, I mean whos ya girl? Guy: Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin games? when i catch you, it aint gonna be so fuckin funny doggie. Yall niggas think its all sweet, right? Your runnin round fucking niggaz girls like that shits to do you think shits to do? That shit aint gully doggie, Ima catch you, word up (*screamning, phone clicks*) Cam: Niggaz is fuckin crazy |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Cam'ron] Wake yo a** up You know I'm looking for a ho [Zeek] Word? [Cam'ron]I found a ho [Zeek] And? [Cam'ron] And the ho ... ended up being a ho [Zeek] Chu doing? [Cam'ron]My man zeek always told me a hoes gon b a ho Let a hoe fly Let the birds f****n' fly Let em fly right zeek? [Zeek] They f*****g fly away... Verse: I need a girl who can sing like Celina A** like Trina Tits like Janet Get beat like Tina Have u seen her? I mean, caked like Oprah chauffeur... Keep the toast in the toaster Tell me have you seen her? I did... Yeah I found one A little brown one Then she down son Cuz she pushed the beamer I should have knew something was up from the jump When I passed ma the blunt The b***h was a steamer I aint kiddin i had weed to blow I aint feed the ho We took a trip to Argentina I dont know why i died But pours i went fours inside the wh*re I found she wasnt cleaner Dirty b***h burnt me That concerned me Now I'm thirsty I'm looking for a looking meaner I'm gonna kill her when I see her So tell me, have u seen her? Tell me, have u seen her? [chorus] It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs But what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs, but what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... Verse: It's like treat her like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie good don't show her yo loot Girl i see u riding wanna roll in the coo See you with ice cream Want to go for a scoop I don't get mad Tell her to blow on my flute Before the i.e. you got it thrown on your crew Droopy, sad, i read it, whooee I'm glad u done it Sue me, what chu mad I said it? From front back side to side Never let a broke a** female ride I learned that down south from n***as in Texas Before I drink up I big up big guesses Imagine me get up against this Get her a Lexis You're figuring ... reckless Baby I'm sexist So back up, let me strap up before you give Cam that clap up I'm gon have to clack up [Zeek speaking] And why that nigga still going broke? This is for my n***as out there that DO use a condom For the first night... Then go brawl all the other times Where the psychological sense in that playa? You need to wash your face, get your mind right Girls up here is burning B***h burnt the braids off my n***a the other week.... Yeah, yeah, I know what to do I'm gonna get the p***y ATM started Before anything happens your gotta swipe your p***y across this board Let you know what's going on What type of temperature you running Cuz I can't stand n***as running out here to the clinic sitting down talking bout 'I aint nuttin Zeek, I'm over here gettin condoms' N***a, I seen you break the door down running to the nurse talking bout help me, help ME You damn right imma help you Imma hang your stupid a** right in front of the damn clinic [Chorus in background] The hell you gon come running 'my girls got a venereal decease Huh! her p***y lighting up like a light bulb...' Talking about a light bulb... Sh** A light bulb? Tell you what, engineer, venereal decease is going on down there It's crazy... Ladies is crazy I'm gonna write a book on how stupid n***as is [Chorus |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!) But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that? Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy) Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy) Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy) Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy) He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy) This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy) If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... I'm in trouble need bail money, shit Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy) Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy) Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy) When the cops come......squalin!!!! Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy Killa.. holla.. listen It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy) You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy) Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin 'em Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy) Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy) Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy) Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy) Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my (Boy) [Cam'ron] Until that man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy) Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa... |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[Cam'ron] (intro)
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) {:28} 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) {1:09} 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) {1:30} 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) {2:12} 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) {2:38} 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) {3:20} 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) {3:38} 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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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Cam'Ron)
(Intro) (sample) Out in the street They call it murder (Juelz Santana + (sample)) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Niggaz front (in the street) Get bucked and (they call it murder) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Buck buck and (they call it murder) (Chorus: Juelz Santana) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (Verse 1: Juelz Santana) I stay up My gun tucked I gives a fuck So, welcome to jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks Kids play in the sandbox Other kids Lay in boxes with sandtops You can't stop this Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch Try to stop me, you ain't, kid Try to pop me, you can't live If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit And for those bucks I'm no punk I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what (sniff) I think I need another hit (sniff) You know who you fuckin' with (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 2: Juelz Santana) I bang I slang My nuts hang, yup So don't get it confused or fucked up My dudes will jump up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (they call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin (gunshot) We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style, he who dares (dares) Don't play Be calm now, calm down cuz We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn I show the hood love They show me love back And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that Nah, you can't keep a black man down I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound AY (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 3: Cam'Ron) Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana) Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together Get it together, now now get my pape's right Come through late night I know what it tastes like (what's that?) Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8) You got G ma, I got G too, shit She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope) Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness (OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron)) (Murder, murder) Haha, haha I told you I told you you niggaz was in trouble man DipSet (murda) The new season has officially begun (murda) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Girl Talking)
Oh this is my *beep* The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.) The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.) You shut the *beep* up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for stone gem That's when I told him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the game And not namin' names But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker (Chorus: Jaheim) Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe (Verse 2: Cam'Ron) Killa! That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous You have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, Cherry and Peaches They had cherry deheaters If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they some slimmy sue Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' Henney too Coupe Calez, when he boo And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them (Chorus: Jaheim) Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana C'mon. Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Everywhere jeah, jeah Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah) What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah! [Hook] I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye! We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here Jeah jeah jeah jeah! [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye) I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin movin movin (jeah) Y'all losin losin losin (aye) [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo I chill though, pippin in the Range All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you [Hook] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(Intro)
Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard? Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did (Verse 1 - Cam'Ron) Before I had the hammer cocked A Santana rock Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam) Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill, Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C He did damage, road managed my G.O.D Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard 16, the bitch dream had stupid cars Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75 Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick My dude study the sabbath No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish He could have my house, he could keep my mauries He could drive my cars, this a eastside story (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them. You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both. If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident, play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.) (Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)) To play the game, sure to win ?? I sacrificed, I rolled the dice I love the hood, I love my life (Verse 2 - Cam'Ron) See a boss I prepared to be When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see After that a 5,000 volt chair for me So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me Who care I dont, you share I wont Calm down (uhuh) breathe again I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say) Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened) Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did) Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up) I dont look in the sky, never mind stars You also find stars, right behind bars Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest They wanted my ass right alongside zeke Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours Where they flash the power, no bath or shower In that same spot, realize math is power So I pointed the mansion, that is ours (Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(Intro)
Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard? Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did (Verse 1 - Cam'Ron) Before I had the hammer cocked A Santana rock Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam) Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill, Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C He did damage, road managed my G.O.D Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard 16, the bitch dream had stupid cars Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75 Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick My dude study the sabbath No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish He could have my house, he could keep my mauries He could drive my cars, this a eastside story (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them. You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both. If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident, play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.) (Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)) To play the game, sure to win ?? I sacrificed, I rolled the dice I love the hood, I love my life (Verse 2 - Cam'Ron) See a boss I prepared to be When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see After that a 5,000 volt chair for me So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me Who care I dont, you share I wont Calm down (uhuh) breathe again I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say) Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened) Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did) Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up) I dont look in the sky, never mind stars You also find stars, right behind bars Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest They wanted my ass right alongside zeke Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours Where they flash the power, no bath or shower In that same spot, realize math is power So I pointed the mansion, that is ours (Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)) |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby due today I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Cam'Ron] 18 months please, that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway 6 months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it could be the bankman Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam Lady at the front stand Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade And y'all dead now That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds In a collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 350 on the stove and its 90 outside I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick You know Cam, he said 'yeah, don't play with his chips' Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me [Juelz Santana] Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire Its real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the 5th and just fire Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead on the van on the express way While I got my hand in the Tech wave Niggas like 'fuck, is he stupid?' Cops wanna cuff me, do it You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight He been waiting for his connection to come I'm like 'at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one' I'm on the block as usual With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual Watching for the cops that's moving through Me and my soldiers know the rules We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone And I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me [Hook: Cam'Ron] Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby do the date I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
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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