• Facts Of Life - Cam'ron
• That's Me - Cam'ron
• Sports, Drugs & Entertainment - Cam'ron
• My Hood - Cam'ron
• Movin' Weight - Cam'ron
• Horse & Carriage Remix (Feat. Big Punisher, Charli - Cam'ron
• Whatever - Cam'ron
• Take Em To Church - Cam'ron
• Soap Opera - Cam'ron
• More Reasons - Cam'ron
• More Gangsta Music - Cam'ron
• Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2 - Cam'ron
• Killa Cam - Cam'ron
• Harlem Streets - Cam'ron
• Get 'Em Girl - Cam'ron
• Down And Out - Cam'ron
• Dip-Set Forever - Cam'ron
• Bubble Music - Cam'ron
• Adrenaline - Cam'ron
• Shanghai - Cam'ron
• Rockin' And Rollin' - Cam'ron
• Prophecy - Cam'ron
• Me, My Moms Jimmy - Cam'ron
• Me And My Boo (Feat. Charli Baltimore) - Cam'ron
• Me and My Boo - Cam'ron
• I'm Nice - Cam'ron
• Glory - Cam'ron
• Death - Cam'ron
• D Rugs - Cam'ron
• Confessions - Cam'ron
• A Pimp's A Pimp - Cam'ron
• 357 - Cam'ron
• Welcome To New York City - Cam'ron
• Tomorrow - Cam'ron
• The ROC (Just Fire) - Cam'ron
• Stop Calling - Cam'ron
• On Fire Tonight - Cam'ron
• Losing Weight Part 2 - Cam'ron
• You Must Not Know (jay-z Diss) - Cam'ron
• You Gotta Love It - Cam'ron
• Woo Hoo - Cam'ron
• Who? - Cam'ron
• White Girls - Cam'ron
• Weekend Girl - Cam'ron
• Weekend - Cam'ron
• We Make Change - Cam'ron
• Where I Know You From - Cam'ron
• What My Niggas Want - Cam'ron
• What Means The World To You - Cam'ron
• Wet Wipes - Cam'ron
• Welcome To Purple Haze (Skit) - Cam'ron
• Cookin Up - Cam'ron
• Cookies N Apple Juice - Cam'ron
• War - Cam'ron
• Violence - Cam'ron
• Triple Up - Cam'ron
• Touch It Or Not - Cam'ron
• Suck It Or Not - Cam'ron
• Come Kill Me - Cam'ron
• Chalupa - Cam'ron
• Cha-ching - Cam'ron
• Something New - Cam'ron
• Silky (no Homo) - Cam'ron
• Rush Rush (get The Yayo) - Cam'ron
• Pink Tee (the Answer To White Tee) - Cam'ron
• Owe Me (oh No You Didn't) - Cam'ron
• Ooh Baby - Cam'ron
• O.T. (Skit) - Cam'ron
• My Aura - Cam'ron
• Love My Life - Cam'ron
• Living a Lie - Cam'ron
• Let's Talk About - Cam'ron
• Let The Beat Build Freestyle - Cam'ron
• Let Me Know - Cam'ron
• Leave You Alone - Cam'ron
• Killa Cam (Intro) - Cam'ron
• Intro - Cam'ron
• In The Jungle (ft. T.i.) - Cam'ron
• I.B.S. - Cam'ron
• I'm A Chicken Head (Skit) - Cam'ron
• I Just Wanna - Cam'ron
• I Hate My Job - Cam'ron
• Horse Carriage Remix - Cam'ron
• Horse & Carriage - Cam'ron
• Hey Muma (ft. Vado) - Cam'ron
• Hey Ma - Cam'ron
• Hey Lady - Cam'ron
• He Tried To Play Me - Cam'ron
• Halftime Show - Cam'ron
• Got It For Cheap - Cam'ron
• Girls Cry (ft. Vado) - Cam'ron
• Get Ya Gun - Cam'ron
• Get It In Ohio - Cam'ron
• Get 'Em Daddy (Remix) - Cam'ron
• Fuck You No.2 - Cam'ron
• Fuck You - Cam'ron
• Fit For The Grind 2 - Cam'ron
• Family Ties - Cam'ron
• Dreams Freestyle - Cam'ron
• Double Up - Cam'ron
• Do Ya Thing (Remix) - Cam'ron
• Do It Again - Cam'ron
• Daydreaming - Cam'ron
• Curve - Cam'ron
• Curtis (50 Cent Diss) - Cam'ron
• Crime Pays Intro - Cam'ron
• Calm Down - Cam'ron
• Callete - Cam'ron
• All The Chickens - Cam'ron
• You Know What's Up - Cam'ron
• Wrong Ones - Cam'ron
• Where The Fuck You At - Cam'ron
• Where I'm from - Cam'ron
• What Means The World To You (Remix) - Cam'ron
• What Do I Gotta Live For - Cam'ron
• We Got It - Cam'ron
• Still The Reason - Cam'ron
• Spend The Night - Cam'ron
• Shake - Cam'ron
• Rude Boy (Skit) - Cam'ron
• Oh Boy! - Cam'ron
• Never Ever - Cam'ron
• Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) - Cam'ron
• Intro (Purple Haze) - Cam'ron
• Hot Mess - Cam'ron
• Homicide - Cam'ron
• Girls, Cash, Cars - Cam'ron
• Girls - Cam'ron
• Get It Get It - Cam'ron
• Get Down - Cam'ron
• Freak - Cam'ron
• Feels Good - Cam'ron
• Dead Or Alive - Cam'ron
• Come Home With Me - Cam'ron
• Can't Help You - Cam'ron
• Boy Boy - Cam'ron
• Bottom Of The Pussy - Cam'ron

Lemme see you do this
C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad
I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin
Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it
I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack
From the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot
Stick you with kids you didn't produce
Sorry lady but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em
See it's a fact niggaz is dogs
Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw
Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north
The hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon
Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish
But my most prized possession - cop badges
That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards
I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics
I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics
I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it
Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric
No hard feelings though sir, got passed it
See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it
Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic
When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic
You should stop carriage and pay homage
How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage
But hell wit the speech you spit
You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life
Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey"
Ma, you feel like talkin today?
My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice
If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life
I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad
I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads
I'm just tryna live the facts of my life
But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life
This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight
I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin
Right around the corner from Bill Clinton
Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill chickens
You need sixteen, Cam is down
How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it down
Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town
You take the coke, you take the bake
You shake and scrape and there you have
The crack and right, the crack and right
You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get
The stacks in life, stacks in life
Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up"
I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up
Cuz I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money
That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact
Cuz when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about
When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms

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
we going to set this off
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
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
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
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
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

uh huh, yeah
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle
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
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock
or you got a wicked jump shot
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'
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
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

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...
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
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
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
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...
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
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, 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

(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
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

[Intro: Silkk (Cam'Ron)]
Remix
(That's right) Silkk the Shocker
Uh, Cam'Ron (You ain't know) No Limit
(That's right) Untertainment
(I'm here and there) mo' money
(I'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
[Verse One: Cam'Ron]
Aye yo I just walk wit' ya'll, I don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know I'm sheisty, and all my jewels Icey
Tryin' to settle down Ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'I don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but I cam with a 'core
For the love of Money, Charli, whoa It Ain't My Fault
Like Silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole Squad is Terrorin', cats is No Limit
And I'm a diplomat, I'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[Verse Two: Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the Spanish kid wit' the goatee
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin Triple Seis
Hot as hell, I'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Reppin Uptown to Harlem World, where we at
I'm up coughin in the ambulance
>From way downtown, they got the Horses and the Carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from Central Park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the Cabaret of Love
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[Verse Three: Charli Baltimore]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought I already barked on cats about Russ Hadden
It ain't work, gotta Scream on cats like Wes Craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know I hadn't in me
Like Lil' Kim -- didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, I Prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & Carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where I come from
Ask Jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, Siskel and Elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see Charli, in a Benz or Ferrari
Hennesey or Pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But I flip, be the new face, cover of Trace
This the motherfuckin remix, we ain't need no {Mase}
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (Slikk the Shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (Cam'Ron, No Limit)
(Untertainment)
(Mo' money, ya heard me)
[Verse Four: Silkk]
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon; now I like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till I fall, should I say, my time is up
And I cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause I could ball with or without the shipment
And I'm down girl, but I could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the Shocker, Cam'Ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(Must be a car), Miss I could pull you, with or without the six
Now I ain't the C-E-O, but I ain't far from it
So if I ain't far from C-E-O
That mean I ain't far from havin' C-E-O money
Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth this much
Like Mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles - drop a beat, I'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game - and cop a brick
No Limit Soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like ohhhhhhh, "It Ain't My Fault!"
I'm from the N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
Tru my click, Silkk, the Shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money I'm tryin' to make it
Bustas I'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh I love Silkk, and then, ooh I hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but I don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now I don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[music till fade]

I'm in a whip tail smashin' it
Mase wen't to church, 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, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman 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, click triggas
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures
For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' 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 y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money?
Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's
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
To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car, whatever
To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em lickin' 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
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; 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, y'all 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
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda
For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' 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 gettin' head in the car, whatever
To all my women whippin' a jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever
And I don't care how bad no chick is
I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever

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,
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
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
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)
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
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
Kudo Love know that too.
Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him.
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”
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
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.

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?
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!
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
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?
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!
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!

Oh this is my
The reason that we here. (Shut the
up.)
The reason that we here. (
you can't sing.)
You shut the
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)
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
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
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
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

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
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!
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!
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)
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

BITCH! Uh!
Killa! Uh!
Dipset Bitch!
The Union(Uh huh!)
Harlem! Killa!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Part 2!
I be like Move........Get out the way
Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay
And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!)
It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun
I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one
Now I know alotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it's a done dee
I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee
Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood bastard
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda
The dudes with the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and choppers
It's truly lava, who knew we prosper
The game's a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah
Santana, Zeek the koofie popper
We the movie shotta!
But it's really rude boys and rosters
When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I wish my homie could watch me
Live happy days like Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
Rollin' and rollin' 'em
Cars, the repo are towin' 'em
Acts black, we totally total 'em
Even blood, he totally totaled it
Plus his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I totally open 'em
Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em
Killa!
Talkin' Tough? (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I just like to live my life)
I spend days on kawasakis
Nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on New York, power my fort
Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York
Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes
God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate
I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+
I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I don't say Feed Me Seymour
I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (Billions!)
Epic, they used to feed me detours (Pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4
The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4
You GS3? I'm GS4
You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward
Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour
You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor
We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you gotta respect it tho
I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day Techs could blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe

{chorus{
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam
[Verse 1]
With the goons i spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Kumbyay killa kam my lord
Still the man with pants
Scrill fam oh boy
They wana neuter me niggas
They want tutor me
The hooligan in hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin new to me
Doggy i'm from the land of crime
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or mc
When i say hammertime
Beef i'm hammer mine
When i get my hands on nines
If i had on bammerline
Cordourys kam will shine
Canary burgandy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemonheads
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like Winnipeg
Gemstones flinstones
You could say i'm friends with fred
You un-happy scrappy
I got pataki at me
Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
Range look like laffy taffy
[Chorus]
[Voice]
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam
[Verse 2]
I'm from where nicky barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
So i parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome i dont care
that i call throwaway homes
Welcome to harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
Canabuy banks
Stand out like puty tanks
Soon as the studie sings
That when the tudy sing
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And i'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best
[Chorus]
How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want
Coke or piff
got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures doe and shit
You a roosted nigga
Just a roasted bitch
And i roast ya bitch
That how i usually am
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they coochies cleanse
We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
A skada prada
The chopper it got the uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds i knew
Flip birds
Birds gang
It was birds i flew
And word i flew
Off herb i grew
I would serve on stoops
Now it swerve in coupes.

Killa (Killa)
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
(Let) me break it down man
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long lista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful
Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time:
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, Lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)
So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled
Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)
Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)
Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a maury flow, from the maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey
Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?
Killa
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped

Uh Killa
Baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
(Killa, Ye, come on)
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders pre-meditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Ma man and Tana
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
He's back
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
But our flow's the truest (oh)
The game's in a nuisance (no no)
Our girls is the models (oh)
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
Yeah they say he (down, down)
Yeah they say he (down and out)
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
Money back on my mind (no no)
Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
The world is mine (ooooh)
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
You got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggaz get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old timbs batted boots
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
My bitches pure thick
Play razor tag slice ya face your it
It's I who come by drive thru
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at mami eyes blue five two
I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bey
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
Uh Killa
Mine
Killa you already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course
Westside holla at me
Southside wild hundreds
You know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya boy
You know what else I do

Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey
How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye
Listen - I been coppin them pieces
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin
But I'm gettin head
She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir)
I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin
Until I'm sparked out and leakin
Part of the cement
I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeke the only one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside
Seems like we were playin in mud
Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin)
Who ill?
A check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like Poland Spring
And I'ma hold them things
Look - talk to 'em
Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot
Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
+Blocka Blocka+ the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about being +Bout It+
If you're not, you're ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)
Little niggaz need to sit up and read
If the town's too hot, get up and leave
Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always)
Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve
And that's forever
Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust
I used to hop the bus
Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush
Shit, they gotta blush
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile
Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile
Hundred grand, I demand it
Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child
And that's forever man
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I love y'all man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's really good?
Holla at your boy
I might have this shit on lock man
Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa!
We just want you's to know Diplomats is here
We ain't going nowhere

(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly
i'm on butter pirelli's
wit' purple and yellow, hello
thats butter and jelly
i flip butter on celly's
all right in front of the deli
holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly
(and what else) and i got hella gear
my earring is nice the price
3 townhomes in delaware
uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
hip hop hooray i got to get
that yayo off
thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the
ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash
still stop and i laugh, ma put
them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab
play you for what
you gon' play yourself
ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
don't play with your health.
mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em',
oral...choke em' and choke em'
i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but
the cops say i'm
i get fresh from
yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon
stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy
got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey
you'll get hurt play me
burp let the dirt chase me
every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know
some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in
the clinic, no student can heal shit
better than college, after that, students home
at least after your bid, ain't no student loans
to pay back, jack, ask
what do you condone
hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome
now they done juiced marone??
knock, knock are you at home
i'm a call he, girls call the crib
and ask are you alone
.....killa
we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe
we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
watch sanford in son
i'm like the buzz in rolo
afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow
got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro
we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo
now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana
i don't razor wrist's
i keep eighths of piff
the games and the chick
like kobe imma rape the bitch
razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
d on the block just like jadakiss
haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?
Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?
Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family
I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodliums
That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin'
Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit
You niggas remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all
You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel, to make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like
Capone
Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall, sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all
Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
Put it right all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red already got beef with the feds
Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not ??
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch
Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, all my niggas make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk

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
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
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

Lets rock and roll baby
Killa Cam
So So Def
Y'all know
Untertainment
Y'all know
I'm here now
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
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
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
Untertainment
So So Def
Collabo
You know

Hmmm, hmmm
Ohhh, on and on and on
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Yo, why stay here when all y'all don't play fair
Wanna disrespect slit cha neck, spit the tech (Ohhh)
Yellin' out baby hit da deck and all the people
See my face on all y'all TV's
Laid out like Castellano on a war with Thoebe (Ohhhh)
To my family y'all all the greedy
Yeah my mother, I can't judge her
I love her, but trust her, she a sucka (Ohhh)
Went D-Rugs when I turned around
Ready to lock her in the liquor store and burn it down
Or at least give her a tumor to kill the rumors (Yeahhh)
How she a coke consumer, and my girl too slick
Acting goody two shoes like she don't do spit (Ohhh)
I knew it, no bluffin, no fussin or nothin
After all, I'm the one that was up in her cousin (Hmmm)
But she got a girl in her world
F a boyfriend, I don't know if I'm mad or if I should join in
Like the movie flicks (Ohhh)
And all my trickers wit hoochie slit (Ohhh)
I tell 'em you be quick
My grandmother need her rubies fixed
And some Gucci chips
She think I'm paid cause she heard me with the Fugee clique (Ohhh)
All the money she want
I tell her sue me quick
Why don't you shoot me quick
Do it tasteful and gratefully, hateful
My grateful behalf (Hmmm)
Now my girl is crying pregnant
Look it and laugh (Ohhh)
No, and I ain't seen 'em last in a year and a half
But they hand open
Prepared for the cash (Yeahhh)
Ch'all don't offend me, my ends be
Buried out in the Indies, too bad I'm stingy (On and on)
On and on away we'll fall (On)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes, yeaahh)
On and on the pained ones say(On and on, ohhhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are(We are sooo fragile)
Yo, yo (Yeaah)
Yo, you got a best friend, me too, mine's in heaven
My man Blood Deedee left in '97 (Ohhh)
C'mon how that sound, yo
Put my man in the ground, yo
Cause he let a girl be his downfall
We would slide together
In a ride together (Ohhhh)
What you know about Blood, even my endeavors
How we cried together, vowed to lie together
I wish I was in the whip, we could of died together (Ohhh)
Like the charm, love is gone, I ain't bleedin
But I got blood on my arm
Cause what happen when you die
You miss one or two treats
One or two weeks
One or two beeps
One or two peeps (Ohh)
Cats like you
Miss one or two freaks
Them hoes gon' cry
For one or two weeks (Yeahhh)
My life is like a car race
No brakes, just gas
Goin real fast
Probably land in a crash (Ohhh)
Like my cousin, perhaps, for a dozen and black
Harlem buzzin the fact, prayin I wasn't the cat (Yeahhh)
But haters lovin the fact, can't stay on my toes
And I be layin in low, y'all be blazin my hoes (Ohhhh)
Yeah, I sound wet
But lounge yet
Playa lay it down bet
Y'all be tryin to J and I ain't even in the ground yet (Hmmm)
And from the first I put my heart in it
I love you Blood Deedee (I love you)
I'll see you in a minute (Ohhh)
On and on away we'll fall (Sometimes some fall)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (And the paain)
On and on the pained ones say (Sometimes it hurts so bad, ohhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (Ohhh, onnn)
On and on away we'll fall (Ohhhhh, yeahh)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (From a child, yeahhh)
On and on the pained ones say (On and on, yeahh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (oh yeahh)
On and on away we'll fall (We go on, on and on)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes we get lonely,
sometimes we get sad, but we go on)
On and on the pained ones say (Yeahhh)

Take your time young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
Mama used to say take it in your stride
Uh, uh Killa Cam
Mama used to say live your life
Federica
Live your life
Ey yo Cam, this rap shit
How you know I love games
It's like I got a habit
Gotta keep the drug game
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing
Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel the same
Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me
But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me
Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that
When yall got knocked, yall was dying in jail
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail
Acting like criminals, yall some fake generals
What you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah)
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates
And the tubes of Colgate
Two and four states, yeah I can verify
Man a nigga never lie
Go head wit your killer schemes
Nah we gotta iller dreams
Land in the Philippines I got about four mil a piece
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team
And they keep frontin
Are they gonna jump me too
I wish they would
Jump me please jump me too
That's what I'm sayin with y'all
Monkey see monkey do
Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family
Mama used to say take your time young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
Mama used to say take it in your stride
Mama used to say live your life, live your life
Now when it's time to chill out
I might pull the silks out
But I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed out
I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out
Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about
Well what you want baby, a description of me
I'm frontin with the ladies having you picture me
Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my fam
And the long sliky hair with the bow legged stands
You in my V in the rear, on the low from your man
Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin your hand
Do you know how to scuba
I got a house in Aruba
But you keep it on low cause my spouse got a Ruger
Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor
Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters
Get out my house cause I will shoota
Federica I will step to her
Senorita know how I maneuver
Mamasita sip margarita
Messin with Cam you get punched in your mouth
Only key you ever had was the one to your house
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones
You think Cam's nice he's a son of a gun
Cause I have heaters before them sneakers
When Run had Adidas and reefer was cheeba
Although I'm an entity
All those crooked crooks down town remember me
Second home one hundred tenth street
Yo Cam you violent
You remind me of your daddy
Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads
Ooow mom stop

[Man]
A-yo Cam
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
[Man]
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
[Cam'Ron]
No I did not man
[Man]
Yo stop lying
[Cam'Ron]
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
[Man]
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
[Cam'Ron]
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
[Man]
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
[Cam'Ron]
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
[Man]
Yo, stop frontin'
[Cam'Ron]
That's like my sister, word to mother
[Man]
Yo you lying
[Cam'Ron]
Whatever man whatever
[Man]
Yeah, aight
[Girl]
A-yo Charli, what's up wit you and Cam
[Charli]
Nothin' that's my dog
Saying this together
[Girl]
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
[Charli]
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
[Girl]
Let me find out
[Cam]
A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic
[Charli]
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic
[Cam]
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet
[Charli]
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech
[Cam]
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck
[Charli]
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck
[Cam]
Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though
[Charli]
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's
[Cam]
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low
[Charli]
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo
[Cam]
A-yo you real funny
[Charli]
Yo you know how we go
[Cam]
Yeah, motherfucking peoples
[Charli]
Uh, without the egos
[Cam]
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best
[Charli]
Man I love you to death
[Chorus 1]
I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way
[Charli]
Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that
She never would've spent that
On Cam'Ron I bought me my first box of tampons
Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick
[Chorus 2]
I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo
[Cam]
A-yo I'm sorry yo
But when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari
How you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister
She game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice
And rappin', the bitch is nice
She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference
A wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down
So cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck
Thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once
When we grew up
But then I saw her naked
And I threw up
[Chorus 1 and 2 (2x)]

A-yo Cam
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
No I did not man
Yo stop lying
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
Yo, stop frontin'
That's like my sister, word to mother
Yo you lying
Whatever man whatever
Yeah, aight
A-yo Charli, what's up wit you and Cam
Nothin' that's my dog
Saying this together
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
Let me find out
A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck
Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo
A-yo you real funny
Yo you know how we go
Yeah, motherfucking peoples
Uh, without the egos
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best
Man I love you to death
I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way
Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that
She never would've spent that
On Cam'Ron I bought me my first box of tampons
Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick
I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo
A-yo I'm sorry yo
But when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari
How you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister
She game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice
And rappin', the bitch is nice
She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference
A wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down
So cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck
Thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once
When we grew up
But then I saw her naked

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

I'm here now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm here now!
They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done fucked up lettin me in Un
They done did it to themselves man!
Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans
To G 'em
Wit land in Korea
Take the leer jet flight
When?
Thursday night
Overseas
Y'all fuck up it's worth your life
Huh, you niggaz heard me right
Uggh, for that persian white
I go to church of christ
Search a life
First to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To make em frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm saved
My shit cost some cake
You think you can afford a date
But yo your men should know
That my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end your show
When I say no
What don't you understand the N or O
Like that nigga Jigga said
Yo, you either friend or foe
So respect my wish
I'm a perfectionist
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this, Exodus
Blow over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga
Or my other nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get across
To make it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you live in the burbs'
Your business is on the holidays
Now where my up north niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my west side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron niggas at
Wha What!
Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't wanna rhyme
I just need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll feel about me
Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
Cause when I rhyme
Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
Then pull they skully down
And put their ice grill on
Like they don't trust a nigga
And walk around the club
Like they bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga
No need to boast
Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga
You got to love a nigga
The way I rhyme what
Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up
Next day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll niggas' time up
No mean to trouble you
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yours
Not to nag her, wonder if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her like a quarterback
On her back
On the mat
Found out that you wanna act
We ran through her
You want her back?
Come on wit that
You kiss a hoe
But when the bitch leaves
You fuck around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the world
See I met Puff and I know Mason
But still the best nation
Nigga is donation
So let me hold somethin
Yo, you can't change my livin
This robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin'
Cause you a turkey
Talkin bout you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three hummers
For the same three summers
And my dice game loves me

I swear to God it feel like death is
fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand....
Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again
Hey Cam'Ron need a friend?
Aww man we meet again
Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear,
You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years
(Come on chill man, don't take me)
Don't take you why not? Cause you rhyme now?
Listen here muthafucka lie down
Yo yo chill it ain't my time now
Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze
What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS?
Aww shit come on death I ain't know that,
You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak
Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks
But I was a little cat that ain't know jack
So I know that but lets go black when they put you in the trunk of the gold
hatch
Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies
But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga
But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire
So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your
necklace
And what about when your ass drove wreckless
Wha what in the Lexus? Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM
Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him
Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head
Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead
This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion
Mom wanted abortion
Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done?
When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs?
When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun
Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911
But to mean I was petty
But now I ain't ready
Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready
Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment
She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment
Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew
Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few
Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit.
Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me.
Come on, my man
It's your time, it's your time
Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you
Well why shouldn't I take you
Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove
follow
Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant
Look don't hand me the game
Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain
Look Cam, man, shut up
But, but
What, what
Yo man that fucked up
Yeah, well tough luck
Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog
What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God
Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair
After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year
Ayo what happened to em
You know niggas on the hill sniped em
Ayo why they just ain't fight em?
See funerals I like em you see family and friends
Yeah don't forget the snitches
While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches
And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends
I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins
Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it.
Matter fact death you got to give me one second
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die.....
Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that
Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch
Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch
I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that
Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at
Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer

This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear to God I hate him
If I could I would break him
When he comes around, her brain sizzles like a Steakum
Damn, can't jakes take him
She neglected me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tounge
Guess she was in ectasy
For her love
Took the best of me
O-d'd excessively
That's her boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
He's a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain't faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya'll so dumb
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain't racial
I'm your mother
I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga
In the alley
I'm your doctor
When in need
I'm your Coke
I'm your Weed
You know me
I'm your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin
I'm that monster in your dreams
For my love
You will feen.
What the deal dun?
It's '91
Moms still strung
On this nigga d-rugs
His game's tight
Every night she tries to go pursue him
Then she screws him
But my man Un knew him
Schooled me to him
Said he got mad hoes
He used to pimp him
Said he can get you mad doe
What you mean?
He just ain't wit your mother
He's got other partners
He's a foreigner though
The cops don't like
Illegal alien
Can't even say his name on the phone
But you can get money with him
Then leave him alone
Or you'll be inside the new cuffs
Plus a news rush
Said some more about him
Then he introduced us
Took me to the block where everybody get him off
Showed me his clientele
Ever since--Hit it off
He was right
D-rugs got dumb freaks
Men and women love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.
Now it's 98
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It's all swell
Way before a felony
But now that we together
It seems that moms in jealous
Cause he wit me now
And everyone time I g him
But when it comes to her
She even pay to see him
Eh yo, money excites me
But my niggas on the block
They got shysty
Cause I'm wit d-rugs
They don't like me
Tried to snipe me
Right before the damn feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by the cops
But for my mother
Man there's nothin but love

Father
Yes my son
Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
21? That seems like a very long time for
you to miss confession my son
Yeah, but I'm only 19
Yeah
Thats interesting
Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you wanna start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry
Cause we were born to die
So fuck mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Told her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she had a nice figure
Drove a nice Vigor
And for mr to bag her
That I had to be a nice nigga
Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really wanna be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
Thats why I'm going to hell
This shit ain't going that well
Too many things I did that aren't loose
Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost
My grandfather got me mad
And I peed inside hid orange juice
And asked him if its tangy
When I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't really wanna talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called incest
You know what I'm sayin'?
My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
boastfully, that he will not heal.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I love that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
He........
Hey little baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your milk
Make sure that your bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride like the Princess
But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
20 years old and dead
BMX days he played the front
I rolled the pegs
My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sold and did
But fuck it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein Black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the glory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'll be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
That cold November weekend
When I had to grab that Deacon
And put him into my dungeons of heathens
And then in tongues I was speakin
Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Flippin through the Bible
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit
So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
My son, my son
Please
I understand that you're stressed my son, but

Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl
Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
rip'em and rock'em
but if I hit'em I pop'em
but if I lick'em I lock'em
and I ain't famous at all
Let my game tell it all
but they a pain in my balls
got to train'em like dogs
from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
Mad depressed
I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion
Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
(Ain't no need to explain)
Why is that?
('Cause I'm from Down South)
Well I got Down South game
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
You ain't know I get cash to pimp
go ask him, my whores are fresh
Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
tell you now backdoor's the best
for the stress
we never raw in flesh
Why I'm sores aguess (?)
I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
condoms when i grab them hips
kiss and mix you wrap them lips
and if she act (smack the bitch)
if she wack (smack the bitch)
sad to see the way it had to be
Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
yo, my rhymes got a concubine
'cause I control they mind
avoid the crew
'void the groove
got more doe, than the fued
got more hoes, than the few
if I die they wouldn't know what to do
whatcha think all they do is cry?
tell you this between you and I
forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide
And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
I leave em past leaking
Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
You whylin out, for the styinout
girls say I'm foul and doubt
but baby got to understand
that's what my style's bout

What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
'Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ?
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
Play people
Jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I'm set
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about
Un would've ? about
I'm through wit' it
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
By alma queta
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls ? 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em
Bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid
Never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Fuck that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B
Yo, you know what you do
What?
Tell these niggas the real deal
Aight check it
Aiyyo I'm ?
Cook up the crack
Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns
You know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only
You a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey
We shoot pro way
Mess with us no way

Turn the motherfuckin' music up
Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga
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 headquarters
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn
Harlem World, stand the fuck up
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you, catch me frontin' center
At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor
Next to Spike an' be panned left to right
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 ramblin' on the mic
An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night
An' it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right
It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Yo, there's a war goin' 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 an' 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 on the motorcycle
Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano
It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur
Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
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, hit you from 2 1
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
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
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
An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov
I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'
Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open
Homie, I play hard
It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks
[Incomprehensible]
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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 ..
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 birth, "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 Michael Armstead
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
Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
I done spent nights in bings
Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing
but how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be talkin like Donahue
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
that's why the feds onto you
When they form they assembly's
you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta war story (shit)
I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)
I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
and I never said "I'ma player"
But I been down wit messy action
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block
Even put the work on the glock

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

(Yo, pass me that phone)
Hello?
Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam?
Fuck is this B? State ya name
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?
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?
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
Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog
I mean who's your girl?
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
Niggaz is fucking crazy
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, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last abortion?
That was my kid, that's right, but that I ain't followin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought?
I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin it
Said you like to lay up dog, and play footies
But she need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies
I got timbs, dog
Well..she said you gotta get drunk, and I could fuck her better sober
You get 20 grams, and think you fucking Erick Sosa
Better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, Cheat and Smoke, you got her still sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counseling"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa
Cause you a motherfucking rest haven
I Put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin', cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you feel in love wit a slut, What
Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a slut, she a freak
Aiyoo, you gonna call back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his fucking ho
Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya ho, she's a bitch
Came right between her lips
You thinking I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop calling niggaz phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we boned her back in
You's a creep, and all do is use your freak
And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you acting like you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin hard on the other line, diein' to push me
Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughing at the bitch on Primetime
Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a Gorilla
Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothing but a sucka for love
She got you thinking it's love
Hit her on the sink or in the tub
A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya bitch could do
She did shit to us, she never did to you
That ho mad psychical, cheesy bitch
Yo, give me the motherfucking phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga coming around here
Dailing my number, how the fuck he get the...
Listen nigga, ya BITCH ain't shit anyway
Her pussy no quality, and how the fuck you gonna take
This motherfucking ho to the Hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You talking about "Oh I wanna soak ya feet baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"
She just got finished soaking my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, "Oh let me take her out Benihama's
Oh let me get some Lotion and ??"
Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho
She fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin get her some shit
I left my dick in this bitch
All my niggaz got ya ho, you taking 'bout
She tellin' me, you talkin' about
"It just slide right in right now"
You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
"Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya dick, ya whole fist"
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth

Wake yo a** up
You know I'm looking for a ho
Word?
I found a ho
And?
And the ho ... ended up being a ho
Chu doing?
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?
They f*****g fly away...
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?
It's the girls with the pretty face
And the pretty rides
Pretty thighs
But what about the insides?
And that b***h is a liar and dike, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight...
It's the girls with the pretty face
And the pretty rides Pretty thighs, but what about the insides?
And that b***h is a liar and dike, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight...
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
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
The hell you gon come running 'my girls got a venereal disease 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

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
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
Bitch is a 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
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
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 rugger 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
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
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

[Verse 1:]
Camel Clutchem, Iron Shiek, FonzWorth Jigga,
Lien Geek Tryna Creep, All While Giants Sleep,
Wasn't Conserned With It But, British Was Burnt A Bit,
Said That He Learned The Shit, Heard Jigga Confermed A Hit,
Looked Me IN My Eyes And Said You Paralyze Perement, Holmes No Hot Comes,
But His Hair We'll Put A Perm In It, Whos Talkin SweatCakes, Sneak Laced, Be Safe,
My Niggas Flew In From 3 States, Cheapscape, An Elite 8,
Hows StreetBeef Taste, Yah Papes Right, Face Slice, V8,
Cause We'll Break The Shotties On Yah, Beware The Hottie Comma On Yah,
I Worn Yah, No Nets Invest IN Body Armor, The Death To The Apes,
Shulda Kept It A Case, Now You Get Left In A Lake, Or Even Your Neck In A Brace,
When I Step IN The Place, Yep I'm Wreckin The Race,
Wessin Got A Question Made A vest For Yah Face, You Act Old You R Old Asshole,
Shutme Ducky I'm Chucky Childs Play Black Role, Hot Keyz And Butter,
Brotha Guns You'll See, the Traffic Red Light, Green Light, One Two Three,
What You Done To Me, You Say They Pulled Guns On Me,
I Laughed That Was Fun To Me, This Year I Faced A One To Three,
The Sixth Buildin, Four Main Thay Placed The Boi,
To The Left Man You Actin To Replace A Boi
[Chorus:Cam'ron And Hell Rell]
You Must Not Know Bout Me, You Must Not Know Bout Me,
To The Left, To The Left
You Must Now Know Bout Me, You Must Not Know Bout Me
To The Death To The Death
I'm a Ruger Smack Him, Get Him And Clap Him
This Dude Was Askin I Pulled The Ruger First The Ruger Asked Him
What Is This Niggas Stupid Or Dumb, Which One Is This Niggas Stupid Or Dumb
[Verse 2:]
Sound Scan Stupid Ass, I Get Stupid Cash,
Movie Platinum, SoundTrack Did Three, You Do The Math,
At Eighty Percent Let's Mob, I Just Robbed,
You For A Couple Mill Stupid, At Yah Desk Job,
My Card, My Office, Check My Intern, Security In Arm Rest,
Yes You'll Get Skin Burned, Janitor Got Keyz, Please Don't Even Warn A Broad,
The Stoup To Lobby, Both Dead At The Confrence Room,
Put In Work With The Glock, I Been Workin Alot,
Juelz Is HumanCrack, Shit I Got Work On Your Block,
And They Smoke It Up, Ya'll Labels Like My Coke,
Shook It, Cook it, Rocked It, Broke It Up, Sort Of Like An Open Dutch,
Gat, Clack Tote and Clutch, You The Only One Eaten The Rest Of Them Is Broken Up,
Nas I Take Yah Boobie, Holmes Make A Movie,
Treat Her Like A Beachball You Kno, Place A Louchy,
Only The Cake Can Move Me, What You Want K Or Uzi,
Don't Smack Him Jim, I'm A Take His Couffi, You Kno Rip It Off,
Quick They Get Clipped And Tossed, Sign A Hoe,
What You Want Dog Yah Bitch A Boss, Reeled In By A Harlem Girl,
You Got Em Girl Treat Him Like My Diamond Globe, Rock His World,
As We Style In Coupes, Hyphy, Wild And Loose, Call PCW It Child Abuse.
[Chorus:Cam'ron And Hell Rell]
You Must Not Know Bout Me, You Must Not Know Bout Me,
To The Left, To The Left
You Must Now Know Bout Me, You Must Not Know Bout Me
To The Death To The Death
I'm a Ruger Smack Him, Get Him And Clap Him
This Dude Was Askin I Pulled The Ruger First The Ruger Asked Him

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
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
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
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"
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

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
When I cook up that coke I'm like (Woo Hoo)
And when the feens taste it (Woo Hoo)
You know the lace it and base it
Tell em to paste it, mann they getting wasted (Woo Hoo)
Look at mami in them heals (Woo Hoo)
She know exactly how it feel like (Woo Hoo)
Baby I love and discuss it, lets go public
Yeah fuck up my budget, my accountant like (Woo Hoo)
Hey you know how much you spent (Woo Hoo)
And then I hand her a check, she like (Woo Hoo)
Don't get offended but I get it much quicker than I spend it
Yeah yeah yeah (Woo Hoo)
Like when I get a new gun, I'm like (Woo Hoo)
And when I load it to the top I'm like (Woo Hoo)
I don't abuse it, with this I make music
Hope I don't have to use it, listen (Woo Hoo)
Now his mothers sitting there like (Woo Hoo)
Look what they did to his face, I mean (Woo Hoo)
Just understand this, yo doggie I'm being candid
Don't take this money for granted
[Cam'Ron outro]
I cant explain this baby
Its like me trying to explain why is water wet
Or why is the sun hot
Or why birds fly, and people don't, well I do
[Verse 2: Byrd Lady]
First I step up like (Woo Hoo)
They like good god almight, she be killing em' (Woo Hoo)
Ass so fat make a nigga say (Woo Hoo)
How you get all that, with the same from the back, let em hit it from the back
Now he tasting my (Woo Hoo)
Lick it all up, don't be wasting my (Woo Hoo)
Get up in that gut, put your face in my (Woo Hoo)
You a big boy right, nah you putting up a fight, nigga why you so up tight
I'm on the block like (Woo Hoo)
But you see the stones and the chains you like (Woo Hoo)
Dust them bitches off up out my way like (Woo Hoo)
Yeah like have a nice day, let me grab you through the way,
stay the fuck up out my face
Watch me tell em like (Woo Hoo)
Hoping I don't crash, pray to god like (Woo Hoo)
Slow it down a little, take the key off that (Woo Hoo)
That be the coupe, check the bitch who did me dupe, see this leg is too cute
[Byrd lady outro]
This that wildin shits
Yall aint know nothing about this
This nigga I rock with overseas
International byrd lady
His & her cedes
Call me the fur baby
I'm straight stunting on yall bitches man
You see me shining though
[Verse 3: 40 Cal]
They yell (Woo Hoo)
Become to every bigga bubble got em like (Woo Hoo)
Every other flip I double, come through like (Woo Hoo)
When she see the kid with muscles, but she singing... like the whole clique in trouble
But I'm like (Woo Hoo)
Every day a different hustle, feens like (Woo Hoo)
Every time the sniff a bundle, so I'm yelling (Woo Hoo)
Tell your friends to get a couple, I'm the one from trip em love em, show you how to get a hustle
So I yell (Woo Hoo)
Get your whole clique in huddle, you'll be singing (Woo Hoo)
You put it in a bigger duffle, quick to say (Woo Hoo)
We aint with the cigre bottles,get it in the hump, put it in the shottles
Run it through jones, don't stutter or stumble
Come through like a 1, 2 rumble
They be loving how I be stunting like a thug do
I don't cuff you, I slut you, my thought boo
What the fuck with the brothers who don't fuck boo
.....

Who get money with Leyor, Kevin Liles?
(Who?)
Joie ie, LA Reid, Camron Giles
(Who?)
At the round table with Todd Moscowitz
(Who?)
Who the man? You the man well, acknowledge it
(Who?)
Leave the dealer so smooth with the polished kit
(Who?)
Same night, 210 demolished it
(Who?)
Get girls no bullshit politics
(Who?)
Only gotta say two words, "Swallow it"
(Who?)
Rocks look like Colorado dicks
(Who?)
Got the mask and the gloves and the hallow tips
(Who?)
The one who can leave with your main chick
(Who?)
Can fuck four girls from the same clique
(Who?)
Who Mr. Right?
(Who?)
Make sisters fight
(Who?)
Ain't really gotta ask for a kiss goodnight
(Who?)
The one that the ladies call Mr. Pipe
(Who?)
The one that make feens go and get they pipes
(Who?)
It's me y'all, no phone book but OG called
Few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come, come now, please y'all
(Who?)
Got mean jewels
(Who?)
Gleaming heavy
(Who?)
Get a million wired, I key and semi
(Who?)
Light for movie, no Tyler Perry
(Who?)
Got the baddest chick, not Halle Berry
(Who?)
Run your city, so fly
(Who?)
Got all white birds that don't fly
(Who?)
The truth, you the truth, no lie
(Who?)
Got dudes that'll kill you in a bow tie
(Who?)
Blow la
(Who?)
Drove by
(Who?)
So high
(Who?)
You know five
(Who?)
Got louie kicks, like the checker board
(Who?)
Will smack you and check your broad
(Who?)
Might blow
(Who?)
Like nitro
(Who?)
Like black rob you, I'm like whoa
(Who?)
Got twins
(Who?)
Like double mint
(Who?)
Wanted by the US government
(Who?)
It's me y'all, no phone book but OG called
Few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come, come now, please y'all
It's me y'all, no phone book but OG called
Few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come, come now, please y'all
(Who?)
Roll up the bud
(Who?)
Saying it loud
(Who?)
Work in the mud
(Who?)
Play in the cloud
(Who?)
Live in the stars
(Who?)
Loving his style
(Who?)
Come in the cars
(Who?)
Making him proud
(Who?)
Be in them spots
(Who?)
Where they ain't allowed
(Who?)
They want in a box, we'll take 'em to trial
(Who?)
Get thick chicks or slim dymes
(Who?)
Take a outro card, put it in mine
(Who?)
Stand up, man up, no enzyme
(Who?)
You Ray Charles, y'all niggas been blind
(Who?)
Will get you curled out this world
(Who?)
Like girls, girls that kiss girls
(Who?)
It's me y'all, no phone book but OG called
Few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come, come now please, y'all
(Who?)
It's me y'all, no phone book but OG called
Few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come, come now please y'all

KILLA!
Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick......
Had her wifed up........that's what's in and shit ya dig?
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
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID
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
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

They told me kill it... how much could I get them running
Bitches chasing stacks them hundreds six times I need your size, I need your... chilling
I don't need to know a name all I wanted was a raise, he was start up in the range change
I'm a flower to a bow, I'm a bow to a plate, how you bag up all this coke?
I'm artificial, cool off in the tissue, bitch don't pressure luck end up on the wrong side of this pistol
Yeah, I'm so tough,.. now sweet niggers up get a dust pin
Rivalry, drug scams, I'm like hammer with the hammer, can't touch can
Facts of life can't feel, I move wet like wipe was on a windshield
Walk by how the wind feel, my drool drop the top like the wind chill
Ain't playing with the same debt, I made a million off the warder, that's the rain check
You ain't learn the game yet? the baby mom and your sis got the same neck
We sick dancers and we need answers, you was born to disappear, steve francis
He left with 14 mill, you ain't got 40 dollars, shawty chill
They told me kill it... how much could I get them running
Bitches chasing stacks them hundreds six times I need your size, I need your... chilling
I don't need to know a name all I wanted was a raise, he was start up in the range change
I'm a flower to a bow, I'm a bow to a plate, how you bag up all this coke?
I'm artificial, cool off in the tissue, bitch don't pressure luck end up on the wrong side of this pistol
Black trip, I'm mad nigger, 20 year run I ain't talking rap nigger
Me and bloodshed stole this... act figure, 15 with the 45 we were stack...
Ball out ebc, girls feel the... up with the...
Blow it up, tear... my bank account real strong, gnc
Mind the door I hit power ball, couple record sales, mainly off the... yo
Wash money like a shower yo, we screaming can't get any louder though
That's sorry yo, been the... yo, since... same thing about to... yo
Move back now feel the crowd yo, follow me please, I doubted yo
They told me kill it... how much could I get them running
Bitches chasing stacks them hundreds six times I need your size, I need your... chilling
I don't need to know a name all I wanted was a raise, he was start up in the range change
I'm a flower to a bow, I'm a bow to a plate, how you bag up all this coke?

[Verse 1:]
Uh, Killa
Harlem World, '89, black Jordans they were mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mine
Baby my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime)
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know, hater time, cat food, fancy feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats
Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street
We hopped the D-train, you don't understand us freezed
No hassle heifer, did we battle, never
We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers
From Gimbals we gained, make it simple and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame
I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish game
Once you meddle with Cam, ma'am, it's never the same
So you through with the peekin', you pursuin' and seekin'
You know the season, Killa
What you doin' this weekend, huh, Killa
[Chorus:]
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
(And I don't have time on the weekend)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
(Then maybe we can try to work it out)
[Verse 2:]
Uh, Killa
Some say that I'm belligerent, others say that I'm ignorant
I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment
Everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it
Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs they're Benedict
They don't ever remember shit, all they want is their membership
Only one that they gettin' is Jenkins, that's the end of it
They want designer recliner along with benefits
Won't take a risk, but wanna spread the mick
Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other gender thick
You seen my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday
We'll eat Friday's on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on Sundays
Drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L
Play catch and kiss, if you don't kiss and tell
Take the city bus, or come through with chauffers
We could do Air Ones hun or Louis loafers
Yeah I'm truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters
Put up Killa Season, now who the reason
Come through this weekend, huh, huh
[Chorus:]
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
(And I don't have time on the weekend)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
(Then maybe we can try to work it out)
[Verse 3:]
Uh, Killa, Killa, Killa
I drive big cars, puff heaven haze
Not just the weekend, that's seven days
Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's lemon
That's the color, wanna play 7-11
You know, catch and hump, your butt got a extra rump
Forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump
Don't mean to be extra, but ma, extra stunts
Extra money, extra piff, extra blunts
Extra, extra, really some neck I want
Not the dude for help, but you're truly felt
Ass fat, stomach flat, I could see ya Louis belt
Mine on too, for any gunplay
I'm a troublemaker, yeah yeah, some say
You model material, you need a runway
So let's runaway, we could hit the runway
Round-trip not a one way, come play
Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday
Back on Sunday, make work Monday
[Chorus:]
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
(And I don't have time on the weekend)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be

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!
What up Ja
What up?
What's the deal?
Nothing...Cam you can't be feeding niggaz
Why not?
Cause they don't appreciate shit...
I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM!
KILLA! YO!
I'm official nice (nice), y'all niggaz Fisher Price (price)
Fuck "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!
WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY...
WE SLANG YAY..
IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY!
AND WE CRAZY HOLMES..
.380 HOLMES..
TO YA BABY'S DOME....BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM!
AND WE BOMB LIKE "LA BOMBA" WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS
AND THEY BOMB YA
AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY
THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY!
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....motherfuckers 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 fuck
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"

Two steppin, two steppin
Two steppin, two steppin
Since they cut my umbilical
I knew it be inevitable
That my case would go federal
As part of my journey see it might concern me
But who Cam’s best friend? My attorney
Can you hold sumtin? Can I throw you some?
Now I know you dumb, where I know you from?
I ain’t got it right now, but I owe you one
In yo head one shot from a loaded gun
Don’t get extorted, I get escorted
To the resorts where the girls say “Let’s snort it!”
I can import, export a sports car, let’s sport a fresh auto (?)
Robb Report, I just bought it
I scream “Let’s get it” they ain’t pimp my ride
By my car’s an exhibit, Huh, next critic
I don’t talk it I just live it, Just prove it
Tell the feds calm down, its just music
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from
Yo, you outta order shorty, you should learn rank
Your baby mom though we call her the sperm bank
Crazy ho, word baby bro
Mad generous, giving out fellatio
A meat eater, ms. Dimer dima
Honor my persona, it’s like the piranhas momma
We move bricks on the highway
So it’s bricks in my driveway
Canine come, then the 9 spray
My girl told ray that’s 55k
Crack in 4b, coke in 5a, dope in 8f, the hoes in 9j
What can I say, you know how I play
We hustle all night, until the sky’s grey
Why you think the whole hood corroded
He tony the tiger, yeah he like to sugar coat it
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from
They got the cameras up, they want a tape of soldier
Cause I got that tan, you could call it major mocha
Talking in codes is sort of like playing poker
Bring the Pepsi in the oven, that’s the baking soda
What up tiny bum, we would order sorta
Feds gave him 25, damn a quarter water
But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter
You a passer, me I got a scorers aura
Owe me money, your wife son, daughter oughta
Leave the country, I’m thinking like Bora Bora
Runnin around with these silly secrets
Tryin to keep it real, me I’m goin really keep it
You should really peep it
Mack millis is heated, in yo face
Any case I’ma really beat it
We ain’t never gambled, we ain’t never bet
Where I know you from scrams we ain’t never met
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from

[Cam'ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't shit here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? Shit 37 hundred
I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit bitch
[chorus: Busta Rhymes]
All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
grimy niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that's ready to wild with me, what what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what,
corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches
[Cam'ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
crib burned, Jim Jones shit permed like big Ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore,
slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking
Ya heard

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
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
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

Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn
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
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
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
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

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

Red slippers red robe red kitchen red stove red pots runnin ahead cocked the on the feds probed,red stools red enf, red floor ya all fakers, red couch red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers, the red room red curtains, its summer squish so some respect what you expect thats a hundred icks, telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula, from sellin coke im proper docked, that means im spectacular, they bitin like Tyson worse than that dracular, yo moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her,let me make ya places, Dane to Danes i made it rain now in the strip club the bengies turn to paper planes, im killa you Andre miller got a basic game, i told ya bitch to hurry up we don't wait for trains, im Derek jeter cause im in between the base my mane, and thats on lenix 7 for 8th ace of kings,salacers on calibers would do it louder bro, sledge hammer smash his melon im the black galiga, you know i dump mine on fake niggas one time, wack bitches rap snitches my life's a punch line, i spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded vicious cars, da hoes, ask Joe we audition ours, i hope you make the cut, pop ya puss move ya butt, ruger up think we from Houston we done schooled her up.
(chorus)
We pitchin we pitchin friction from mission to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up.(x2)
You done sold a bottle huh, im twistin a cap(Fagget) and im luxury girl come sit on my lap, her friends like don't go that shit is a trap, they'll have you trafficn' swallowin shit in smack, they pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that, you the fliest one in your crew them bitches is wack, started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap, her friends was right tho she gonna be pitchin some crack, I'm a true champ you glance 4 door two tramps fuck my money honey bring your food stamps, Go ahead you dance,a elephant to you ants, chain alaska, bracelet nebraska, crib well disaster 42 plasmas, royal blue laurie shorty you bastard, only thing i don't know what resort we in, i tell a bitch get over here like scorpion, cars order in flavors, you order from avis, come around me, why? they know my ora contagious, and im sorta courageous, plus the kid smart,forget bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors,next door at your neighbors they said all of you haters set you up the very moment i offered em paper, and the lord from the mayor, and my kicks university of Florida of couse they gators,

[ Verse 1 : ]
{ Cam'ron }
Killa!
I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her
I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her.
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper, (yes) but when she can't decipher (what?)
Love for fucking no fussing, buzzing, she out my Sypher. (ahh)
Come thru in a Viper (Viper)
God damn I might white nike her (yeah)
Yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate I might just dike her (dike her)
You fight and fuss wanna bite her, (damn)
Lock your girl down just like rikers
I ain't gotta do that once I hit your shit the damn bitch will life her (forever)
This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her.
He a runna, I'm a gunna, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get the lighter
I'll have you squirtin' for certain, yeah bring a diaper.
Milk, Lemonade, I'm a fucking renegade
Handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage. (stage, stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron,
My crib got more poles than the fire department. (Ahh)
[ Chorus : ]
{ Skitzo }
Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, (Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
[ Verse 2 : ]
{ Byrd Lady }
First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady
Holdin' up you know it gets crazy,
No I'm not yo' girl but I could be your baby.
Yes baby, I'm sexy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
Cuz I'm fly high floatin' with a jet ski,
that's why your man wanna sex me.
Yep, he said I'm cute, try to throw me in the loop
Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice.
Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse your Porsche, vroom-vroom
zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room
Classy, yet I get nasty, nasty but never trashy,
Bright light, yes bitch I'm flashy, no you will never pass me.
Ask me? Ask who, ask you. I'm sick, something like a flu flu,
You stink, something like a zoo zoo, Lay low, you know what to do boo
Cuz you don't want no problems, please trust girl, I will solve them.
Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem.
This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty,
Bitches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry.
[ Chorus : ]
{Skitzo}
Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
Milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice, I'm just tryna get paid
Milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice, I'm just tryna get paid
[ Verse 3 : ]
{Cam'ron}
I said, cookies and some apple juice
Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes,
No hassle, hit 'em with a gavel, ask 'em my whole staff will shoot. (Shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
What could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at 'chu.
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn.)
Fuck Christmas, you could have a merry year.
Where you wanna go, everywhere?
What you wanna do? Let me hear.
I'm talkin' Vegas, I don't do them teddy bears. (nope, nope, nope)
But I do do the fish nets..
Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No homo..)
But I'm tryna get your lips wet,
Doggy-style, facial, huh.. Welcome to Dipset.
[ Chorus to fade : ]
{Skitzo}
Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!
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
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!"
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

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)
You don't know me grab you I will
Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed
Kill, kill, kill, kill which triple saw

Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is
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, Lambourgini, 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
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
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
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

Killa, dipset, lil weezy, cash money,
yo ma, let me holla, lets do this uh,
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!!)
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!!
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

Ma, I been hugging the block
That's right! hustlin rocks
I know, I been pufffin alot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna suck it or not?
Huh? My dick hard as a motherfucker
You don't what?! tell that shit to another sucker
I ain't no sucker mama, come on fuck the drama
And kiss it down, lil pucker-rama
I'm so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck pro-activ
I'm a pro at this
Round the globe, atlis
But I need to know ma, are you gonna suck it or not?
Babygirl, I'm in love with the twat
Missionary, back shots, pop it off, rock it off
I tell you right now if my cock is soft
But I want head before and after, top it off
On ya knees, show you how to top a boss
Lick, suck, deep throat, stop, cough, hop on, hop off, lollipop off
I know it's white, but here come the hot sauce
Lookin light skinned, mami was tight slim
Fat ass, big tits, I noticed her nice chin
I approached her, slight grin, white Timbs number you can type in
Said she don't like men
I just laughed
Ma, if we lay, we lay
You don't like men? me neither, what a coincidink (what a coincidence)
Ms. Jiggy, Ms. Piggy, Pinky mink, pinky ring blingin'
Ma, are you gonna suck it or not?
I ain't the type to diss you, kinda like to hit you
That's the situation, bring wifey with you
Would you like a tissue? (Why?) You gon' need it
for the cum up in your nose babygirl cause you suckin my cock
Ain't a question now, it's a guarantee
They say I think I'm the shit, well apparently
But you won't hear words like "Marry me"
Only thing you gonna hear is, suck it or not
I get head in the strangest places
2 at the same time, call it +Changing Faces+
I tell a bitch "we ain't trading places"
Now stand back and catch my amazing graces (hehehah)
Taste it, savour it
Vanilla Ice Cream, she say "ooh, my favorite"
Do you know who you playin' wit? Wayne
Chillin' like a scarecrow, looking for some brain
Drivin' in the range or flying on a plane
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 fuck with dog hoes cause them hoes might bite
Yeah, and if she follows

Yo Weez wasup man
Yo word man, you hear them niggas man,
them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened? What happened?
Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man
T-Today, I...
Straight like that today man
We gon murder them niggas man
Assed out man
I heard they do they thing though
Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga
Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man
No doubt
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo
Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it
So, chain danglers, are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him
He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me
Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi
Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P
Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist
Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six
Ayo they used to call me "Work Out"
Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out
Now murk out, before you get cursed out
Bangin they fun, same as the sun
Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft
I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?
Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money
But everything's gonna to be all right, why
Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
This nigga with the ice mug stuntin?
Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin
Yo sayin that he too much frontin
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin
And his man with the ice grill frontin
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin
Talkin bout he some real somethin
Sayin yo I'ma kill something!
Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho
But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch
?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it
That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me
Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed!

[Verse 1:]
Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it
Plus I got it on, you ain't never seen it, never seen it
Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated
Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it cause look
I'm on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha
Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra
Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds
OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameter
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera
Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma
Hope you got the stamina, because niggas be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse
I told baby girl damn that's a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst
[Chorus:]
We counting money, yo doggie we couting money
Yo shit ain't even funny, but look at we counting money
Yo stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
Cause look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love
[Verse 2:]
Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid
Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits
Summer time came through in our may blizzaards
Old ladies looking like damn they did it
Cause huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots
They know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have nots
Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot
Call my block gravel, (why) it's mad rocks
I'm the owner of the team, fuck the mascot
Sucking mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got
Ya'll sasquatch, put it on your laptop
Yo not a door, but yessir it's pad locked
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
We do the interstate, baby where the state patrol
With 50lbs, and I ain't talking bout an eight year old
It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold
And they say I'm a son of a bitch
Why, cause I be with your son and your bitch
You don't deserve her, your fair we won't hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, your sons about murder
Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper
Your mom her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her
Now she whining like a baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber
Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp her
Yeah we left her nurtured, but well earth her, before we chirp her
You'll be a punching bag, fam well put our beats on her
Or the Klu klux, white sheet on her
Or Miami jersey put the heat on her
Or a door mate I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on em, leap on em
Yeah park the jeep on em
Americas most wanted, with no warrant!

[Cam'ron:]
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie (Ruger)
[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
[Verse 1: Cam'ron & {Hell Rell}]
(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Teterborough
Dipset beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya little John Brenae
For that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel Gibson
{Yeah, welcome to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocks
After this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin'}
Man, lean fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, pull out
Leave 'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
{That's right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach talking
Nigga, we run New York and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal with' it, I move extra weight}
[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
[Verse 2: Cam'ron & {Hell Rell}]
{Oh yeah, pardon me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept with her sister
And the pussy wasn't all that, I left and I ditched her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them 100s
You can be my go-get-man
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and puff it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it}
Cash, green, rocks, blue
Not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, fuck it cop two
Flattery, battery actually bread
Only Charger that I cop is when my battery dead
It had to be said, gunshots, that'll be lead for ya ass
Funeral beef, that'll be dead
They love 'em, I can read ya palm, baby don't be alarmed
Fuck Vietnam, Dipset, we the bomb
Killa
[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
[Verse 3: Cam'ron & (Hell Rell)]
For my grandmother, cop some rollies
Y'all cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cause I'm icy ma, Nikes are pricy pa
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
That's a R-Class, that car trash
Ain't a quarter million you can kiss our ass
(Nigga, this is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I move that crack, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know what I do when I use it
Bring in that funeral music
Ruger)
[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she

They call me broke goose, up on me
I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
So girl, yeah, you boo, let me introduce you
To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to
Hit Aruba, put it on YouTube
Let your ex-man see your new dude
And new purse and new shoes
Tell 'em I win, ha, ha you lose
Dice game I fill up the bank
Yo ex-man can't fill up your tank
Damn that's mad triffe, talkin' 'bout the gas price
All I do is look and say, damn what a sad life
He bake beans just add rice
No soft drinks, just mad ice
Now you waitin' in the cold for the bus
Girl, come roll with the rush, us
No delayin', ma stop playin'
I'm not playin' but I'm sayin'
What you sayin'? And are you stayin'?
Yeah, I'm stayin' if you payin'
Huh, what you say?
Y'all know me, bomb hoe's, condo's
Crystal, Calico, Dom Mo
Oh yeah, few John Doe's
I'm on point like Rondo
Get it here hurry up like pronto
No, no, no need convo
And the raptors, Toronto
Play with me you'll get your lawn mowed
In dawn mode, that's code red
No cars girl, got to moped
Shout out to all my dope heads
They made me rich, yeah, more bread
Now go 'head, 'fore your head gone
Fucked one girl, my bread long
Got damn girl, your legs long
She went down, she head strong
Dude unlock them cuffs
So ma can roll with the rush, us
No delayin', ma stop playin'
I'm not playin' but I'm sayin'
What you sayin'? And are you stayin'?
Yeah, I'm stayin' if you payin'
Yo Gina, that's Clara
Yo Clara, that's Sarah
Yo Sarah, that's Tara
Call her, Miss. Mascara
But she give a mean blowjob
Go downtown, no prob
Gettin' beano's, did the whole mob
I don't work, no job
Redford, I go rob
Crème corn, no cob
Bo, ho, bo, ho, go sob
That's your sob, oh God
Rascal buckwheat
Get braces, buckteeth
Zoom out, now your in the dust
Girl, come roll with the rush, us
No delayin', ma stop playin'
I'm not playin' but I'm sayin'
What you sayin'? And are you stayin'?
Yeah, I'm stayin' if you payin'

[Voice:]
(Rush, Rush get the yayo,
Buzz, Buzz gimme yayo,
Brush, Brush got the yayo oh oh,
Go, Go sell the yayo.)
[Cam'ron:]
Sell it,
Hung 90 karots, Killa, yes I flip that plan,
But I swear I wish I met Dwhiyte Goodin,
To show em my pictures better,
Bring strawberry dog I be rich forver,
Shit, Them two niggas poppin bricks a better,
Hit the cellular, How you want it? Whipped or regular,
And tell your white girls about my white world,
Shit, I'm a part of the reason why it's a white world,
Don't sniff to hard tho you might hurl,
What you deal with is usually average,
I'm the husband the movie traffic, You frankie flowers loose the faggot, Uzz I blast them veteran bitch, Got it 3 points lower than whatever it is.
Coca leave are bowed away,
At the crib gotta open face coke buffet.
[Voice:]
(Rush, Rush get the yayo,
Buzz, Buzz gimme yayo,
Brush, Brush got the yayo oh oh,
Go, Go sell the yayo.)
[Cam'ron:]
Lemme brake it down,
When you sniff it,
It start at your brain,
Shimmy down your heart and your frame,
Get scarred start to complain,
Where you get it from?
I charter the plane,
Alot of ya'll are lackin' in knowledge,
A solid, Liqud, back to a solid.
Per hat in the hollas,
After it's polished,
Hit the strip dog, keep crack in tha wallet,
Different towns I pushed a rock heffer,
Rock-away, new rock, rock chester,
And the shawtys catida, rock your body, rock rock, your body rock,
Hot shots get hot shots and prolly drop,
Pop sucks, pop make ya lobby hot,
Yeah, you want 8o grams, what oh man,
Lay low fam, it's the yayo man. Ey yo Cam.
[Voice:]
(Rush, Rush get the yayo,
Buzz, Buzz gimme yayo,
Brush, Brush got the yayo oh oh,
Go, Go sell the yayo.)
[Cam'ron:]
Yeah,
Ey, yo I'm looking at shawty dog,
I see you new on the grind,
Russell Crow a beautiful mind,
Just make sure my shoes on shine,
If not bang dog two in ya spine,
It's my strip, my flip, I'm movin a 9,
Here's a free sample,
Do you a line,
Sniff away,
I whip whip "yeh",
I flip flip "yeh",
Never sniff, Hey,
That's a no-no yo, I don't get that no go hoe,
Cars, yeah I whip those candies,
I dish don't sniff nose candy,
Miami I'm light but husty,
You might get musty the price is lovely,
I ice a rugby, You like to love me,
I make wiffey slice they hubbys.
[Voice:]
(Rush, Rush get the yayo,
Buzz, Buzz gimme yayo,
Brush, Brush got the yayo oh oh,
Go, Go sell the yayo.)
Rush, Rush got the yayo,

Let me just say sumthin...ARE YOU GAY? Not at all, far from it... (ok)
so like, why do people feel like the need to keep re-enforcing that over and over...
Yup in my pink tee...
Yup in my pink tee...
Yup in my pink tee...
(What in my pink tee...
Huh in my pink tee...
Yea in my pink tee...)
[x4]
I look fruity in my pink tee, weird in my pink tee, people think that i go both ways in my pink tee, I look sweet in my pink tee, funny in my pink tee, got a purple thong to go along with my pink tee, no draws with my pink tee, look lame in my pink tee, forget a female i get a man with my pink tee..x2
Step on the scene lookin lame inna all pink shirt, why i got this pink on when im black like dirt, all the men flirt, i even got a pink hat, gurls wanna holla but i don't want none a dat, i want me a man wit a pink shirt too so i can kiss em' on the cheek and say that's my boo, how i wear pink shirts and still feel like a man, why i get arroused when i see killa jam, cuz...
im fruity in my pink tee, funny in my pink tee, forget a female i get a man in my pink tee... [x2]
I look fruity in my pink tee, weird in my pink tee, people think that i go both ways in my pink tee, I look sweet in my pink tee, funny in my pink tee, got a purple thong to go along with my pink tee, no draws with my pink tee, look lame in my pink tee, forget a female i get a man with my pink tee..

No Oh No Oh No Oh No You Didn't, Sucka Tried To Play Me,
But You Never Paid Me, Never, Oh No You Didn't,
Pay Back Is A Comin, You Will Be Runnin Forever, Oh No You Didn't,
Until I Get My Venegence I Will Never End This Mayhem, Oh No You Didn't,
I'm a Mercenary You Ain't Got A Prayer You Owe Me, Oh No You Didn't
I Lost Money Got It Back Re'd Up,
Snow In The Summer Time They Skied Up,
My Feet Up, Layed Back With D Cup,
Grams, Grands, Gucci, I'm G'd Up,
Why Would He Play Me Tho Actin Like He Kin To Me,
When He Owe Me Money That's Sorta Like A Sin To Me,
So I Grabbed The Bat Got Real Bad Energy,
RBI's Real Bad Injuries, Not Science But He Messed Up The Chemistry,
So He Moved 50 P Lookin Like A Centipede,
Exsposed Em, Like A Centerfold,
School Of Hard Knocks, You've Been Enrolled,
My Men Been Parolled, Hot Been In Cold,
These Huddle Tips Will Cleanse Your Soul,
Recommend You Fold, Put You In A Hole,
Nice Clean Suit, A Pair Of Keneth Coles
Oh No You Didn't, Sucka Tried To Play Me,
But You Never Paid Me, Never, Oh No You Didn't,
Pay Back Is A Comin, You Will Be Runnin Forever, Oh No You Didn't,
Until I Get My Venegence I Will Never End This Mayhem, Oh No You Didn't,
I'm a Mercenary You Ain't Got A Prayer You Owe Me, Oh No You Didn't
I Got A List Of Your Pass, From Riches To Rags,
Yah Brotha Get Shot, Yah Sista Get Grabbed,
Pops Wanna Talk, Mom Kissin My Ass,
Dance Out They Pocket Like Mr. Mcnabb, (Yea)
From The Eagles Made Me, Mine Is From The Desert,
Got German Guns, And German Sheperds,
Bout To Spot His Ass Sorta Like A Leopard,
Yeah The Shoulder Strap Gimme Extra Levrage,
He Hustlin I Hope That You Make Your Mission,
Girls Naked Strippin, Tryn Make A Livin,
The Other Half On The Bus See They Mate In Prison,
It Don't Make A Differance, But You Can Make A Differance,
And I'm Gonn Try, Or I'm Gonn Die, I Need A Bently Drop Fuck A Hondai,
Or A Subaru, Id Rather Sell Buddah Boo, What You Doin Now,
Fuck What You Used To Do, You Owe Me Nigga
Oh No You Didn't, Sucka Tried To Play Me,
But You Never Paid Me, Never, Oh No You Didn't,
Pay Back Is A Comin, You Will Be Runnin Forever, Oh No You Didn't,
Until I Get My Venegence I Will Never End This Mayhem, Oh No You Didn't,
I'm a Mercenary You Ain't Got A Prayer You Owe Me, Oh No You Didn't
Ey Yo Homie Owe Me Money Let Me Press Up On Em,
The Four Out The Draw Gotta Put Some Pressure On Em,
Someone Bessle On Em, No Stupidity,
December In Harlem You Can Feel The Humidity,
You Won't Meet A Bigger Thug, And Yeah I'm Spittin Slugs,
Shells On The Floor You Can Call Me A Litterbug,
Ya'll Ain't Gettin Grub, Ya'll Just Gettin Love,
Well Yea I Get The Gloves, Cause Someone Gettin Mugged
Oh No You Didn't, Sucka Tried To Play Me,
But You Never Paid Me, Never, Oh No You Didn't,
Pay Back Is A Comin, You Will Be Runnin Forever, Oh No You Didn't,

[Verse 1:]
Alexander Wang, or maybe Helmut Lang
Givenchy, Phillip Lim that's just to name some names
You with me or you with him, cause I don't play those games
You were me and you were him cause I don't play them games
For you I'd let that money fly, call it paper planes
Velvet bowtie and blazer with a pair of shades
Talk slicker than Rick, fresher than Dana Dane
I love rugby to death, made that my baby's name
Cancel a chick over champagne like Flava Flav
Your time's up, honey don't mind us
I'm just trying to be a member like where I sign up?
Please straight dime, her swag was the finest
So bad I write for her like Killa sign her
Yes my favourite queen, back block, back shots make her scream like
Shh don't make a scene, Jag drop, [?] top, I'm a fiend like
[Verse 2:]
She had me like, I had her like
Came through in it, she said
Jordans on, Ralph Lauren on
I'm forcing on, nahh
I'm like ma come so we can just
Calling me calling me
[?] yeah remembering
Gwendeline, Sophie, Madeline, Kim, and them
To all your friends with dough, she kept some M&Ms;
Michelle and Tiff stay fly, about ten of them
[?], Levis, my girl had the knee-highs
Word buzzing had it buzzing like a beehive
Fast forward, tall guy please drive three cribs, three states
At each one three rides
Hard luck to get washed up
Don't need [?]
A rachet for the young boy so old heads I need five
[Verse 3:]
Her Blackberry, the colour of strawberries
My Prada's were blueberries, [?]
Listen boo them dudes silly like Mark Carry
Girl don't miss the boat so ma hurry up
I was bugging her now I'm telling her
Them dudes can't see me like the governor
I'm drugging her, like my credit card [?] discovered her
No wonder b she under me just like the muffler
Pillow case muffle her while I'm up in her
Took it off she was like
Now I don't fuck with her
Nah [?] what's up with her
Every time I get up with her, can't lie
Miss Pretty, call you Miss Kitty
Findi strapped flash Daisy Dukes be Miss Sixties
For Christmas she the type to M6 me

Hey Yo Shorty Wuts Going On Wuts Popin'
oh shit wuts up killa wuts going on
Hey Yo I'm trying to go out of town U tryin' to go wit me
how long U goin' 4
look man that shit dont mader wut U gonna do comin' or not
well I got my kids killa wuts up wut about my kids
Man fuck ur kids man U comin' or not
Yea I'm comin'
K get in bitch

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
We Hit To Many Left Turns To Make It Right,
My Black Fist With Peace Sign Tht Save The Night,
But I'm A Stay To Fight, Laser Light. With Yah Ailike,
Heres An Orderblack, Be A QuarterBack, Take A Hike,
Hut One Hut Two Hut Three Yah Families Tossed,
PowderCoke, 81 To Yah Chest Randy Moss,
How Much The Candy Cost Then I Explain To Folks,
It's Terrific But Be Specific When Playin With Coke,
I Refrain From My Host, Lame This Game Is A Joke,
To Hit The Hot Line, Got Mine The Range To The Boat,
I Move The Work From New York, To New England,
New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New Zealand,
Hopped Out Like Who Dealin Who Slingin,
Brick Makin Like Who Wheelin Who Blingin,
Then I Handle Weed, And Tell Them How My Parents Be,
They Got The Work Go Work Get Money Back Guaranteed,
But I Guarentee Money With Yah Money Ull Be After Me,
Fuck It Up Huh, Undisastorbly, Casualties, Acctually,
But I Move Casual, The Vunerable, Not A Judge But Call Me Yah Honorable
Go Head And Vomit Fool, Bomb The Unbombible,
Do Beef Like A Farmer Do, My Jewerly Is A Carnival,
Cause The God Damn Chain Is Like A FerrisWheel,
You Fuckin With Sosa You Won't Find A Better Deal
[Chorus: Penz]
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
This Is That I Don't Give A Fuck Music,
Duck When I Buck Ull Get Touched If Stuck Stupid,
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
Check My Aura My Aura My Aura Aura Ya'll,
Check My Aura My Aura Aura My Aura Ya'll,
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Ey Yo Drop Coups, Not Roffs, Ock Shoot, Pop Troops,
Gloves And My Black Snub On, it's killa muthafucka,
That Mac Pop Flash On Snapshot Like A Kodak Get On The Block and sell the muthafucka,
Ey Yo Yah Girl Remain One Strip, I Be On The Main Strip,
The Same Strip Where The Weed, Crack, And Cocaine Flip,
Lane Prick, Change Shit, Leave Em With The Same Split,
Wanted Air Max On My Main Bitch, Huhh[? ]
I Got The Massive Shotty, But I Do Math With Papi,
Yah Girl A No No Call Her Joe Her Ass Is Sloppy,
Costilano, Feel The Wrath Of Gotti,
These Clear Diamonds, Glass From [? ]
Gettin Cash A Hobbie, Wifey With Me, Bread For Bobby,
All Thses Bugers On My Ass Yah I'm Rather Snotty,
Yah Girl I Ordered Her Let Her Come Explore The Cut,
And Asked Her One Thing, What[? ], Can I Tour Yah Guts,
Check My Aura My Aura Aura My Aura Baby,
She Said My Aura My Aura Order And Always Crazy,
Had The Cards Out I Ain't Even Shuffle On Em,
She Felt The Gucci Boats Fur Inside Buckle On Em,
Don't Pull The Duffle On Em, See These Mills Are Like A Honey Moon,
Killa Keep A Couple On Em Bundled On Em,
Somebody Snitchin I'm Twitchin Throw A Muzzle On Em,
Fire Ball Thru His Window Some Trouble For Em,
[Chorus: Penz]
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
This Is That I Don't Give A Fuck Music,
Duck When I Buck Ull Get Touched If Stuck Stupid,
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
Check My Aura My Aura My Aura Aura Ya'll,
Check My Aura My Aura Aura My Aura Ya'll,
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
This Is That I Don't Give A Fuck Music,
Duck When I Buck Ull Get Touched If Stuck Stupid,
Fuck Yah Swag My Aura Shine It Shine Bright,
It's Aura Time Thts All The Time The Limelight,
Check My Aura My Aura My Aura Aura Ya'll,

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
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.)
To play the game, sure to win
I sacrificed, I rolled the dice
I love the hood, I love my life
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

THEM NIGGAZ ACTORS (ACTORS)
THEY DESERVE OSCARS (OSCARS)
WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS)
TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS)
DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE
DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?!
Killa!
Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying huh?
Five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's New York)
Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina)
Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED (DAMN), THEN B POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list
Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is
We surround fortresses, studios and offices
You should be cautious kiiiiid....
'fore the boss of this off ya lid, R.I.P. right where the portrait is
DADADOOOO!....that means drop it and run it
no fronting cause the coppers is coming.....like
DADADOOOO!...that's when we popping some bottles
with some models on our hip is some hollows (DIPSET!)
Before they shot they had to violate me (pffft)
Back in New York, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?)
Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission"
To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction (on my business!)
Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion
I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it)
Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)
Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!)
Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right
DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
They leave...U-turn...customers we serve 'em right!
So what ya life like?
Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
you...bum ass night fights! KILLA!
Ayo I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
I'm disturbing the peace, right?....just call me Ludacris (Luda!)
I don't care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks
Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
CNN, NBC, CBS....creep in my home
Magazines, paparazzi....please leave me alone
Yeah I VV'd the stones, dog I'm into cake
I sell records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!)
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake!
And the fountain right, nope I won't pronounce the price (nope!)
But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
That's where I hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
But the four pounder right...BANG that's the sound of life!
KILLA!
THEY LYING DOG! All my nigga's locked up....
Zeke on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow..
My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12....
he shot police on 125th on the Westside..
WHAT UP ALI!....Tiny Bum...he coming home, he in the feds....
Doe Stack doing 2 in the feds..
just did 3 house arrest...
When Black came out, after he did his year...
Mel Murder did his year...

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Call the doctor up, the jewels sick
Front get confronted, the tools grip
My gun stay long like a pool stick
I don't need it, I could kill em with a toothpick
Like a bad hand, no prob. folding em
Make em a golf course, 18 holes in em
Like a Jamaican shirt, 28 grams I could make it work
Straight to work, like ambulance stay alert
'Fore I creep up behind you
Won't see me coming like the swine flu, huh... times two
Remind you I'm way way worse
Like the FK, AK, trey 8 worse
I tell mami "ohh display your purse
Treat my dick like a sprite obey your thirst"
Walk in the weed spot, Louie shirt, g-shock
Lennox Ave to d-block, we hot... oowww
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
My mom had 3 strokes, fell hard
No sympathys, flowers, get well cards
All swell god, no lost love ock
She driving again, put her in soft spot
Gotta thank Tito Poppin, off top
Got her medicine, vicodins, cough drop
Now I'm back out, niggas jaw drop
Girls draws drop, glass say fuck em all ock
Hit em hard rocks, right in they soft spot
January 2nd until the ball drop
I don't lobby for more props, I'm something that ya'll not
Porsche hot, out in the ball park
The faucet leaking, I don't play with leaks
Song get played early, break his teeth
I'm a fuck the nigga up that made this beat
Two piece, dope fiend, straight to sleep
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I'm a keep it a hundred, these niggas don't want it
Either a head shot or a bullet to the stomach
If you live, you'll never fully recover from it
If you die, we gon pop bottles 'til we vomit
And nah, we don't wear diamonds, we rock comets
My money came illegally, fuck it at least I'm honest
Finally bout to leave all the bullshit behind us
So right now death is the only thing I can promise
40's and the lamas, we hitting everything except the shorties in pajamas
Shooting in the Miami heat, like Chalmers
Slugs make you feel like you rocking leather bombers
Somebody call the coroners, I'm a hustler did numbers in the drought
You at your moms crib for the summer on the couch
A lot of niggas suck, nothing to figure out

My nigga g.o.d. (yessur)
My nigga leo g (how y'all doin')
Let's rock baby
Yo, I'm thinkin' 'bout aj
Ajinaye, name shoulda been ak
Willie hit the eastside, it was mayday
Red bentley drop, let's play, play
Chuck stone home, my nigga ray, hey
Pass the brandy brother, I'm ray j
That was deep for y'all, that's just why I sleep on y'all
Peep it y'all, you creepin' any coke, give me a call
Can't stop the d's, but the d's can't stop the keys
Stop the cheese, all these damn shopping sprees
Louis this, gucci that, sacks, 5th
.9, tech, banana, mac clips
Go 'head and act sick, mac spits, backflips
That rich, a half a million dollars in the mattress
Stickup kids outside, tell 'em "ah it's cool"
Thou will never ever ever get my jewels
Go 'head and try fool, die fool, I, cruel
Mean jet, tough car, bad bitch, fly pool
I'm professional, you high school
Mini hardware store, 5 tools
And they're all hammers, you'll turn pale-blue
Not the cops, ock, but I will nail you
Fishscale, that's on the scale boo
Run a train on your girl, then derail you
You, you, this is how you get rich
Yeah, yeah, this is how you get rich
Yeah, yeah, this is how you get rich
Bitch, bitch, bitch
We talkin' codes on the phone, jellocake
I see my enemy, well look, hello snake
Killa, calm, yeah I'm in a mellow state
Anytime, any moment, they'll be yellow tape
And y'all hesitaters call on your investigators
Legislators, yo you should invest in a respirator
Like warren g and nate dogg, I'm a regulator
I'm on the top ock, catch the next escalator
I want fast head, mami give me slow dome
Wish she can hurry up, so she can go home
Or go roam, I'm so grown
Sun hit the ring, it look like a snowcone
And you synthetic, forget it, I'm connected, respected
What you expected, yo check it, it's genetic
Fuck with me you will regret it, in the ground you'll be embedded
Let's bet it, don't wanna bet it, the best bet is to get it, forget it
The abominal, phenomenal phenomenon
Bomb with' no drama, whole llama blow at abdominals
They fallin' like they dominoes, what we got in common though
Nuttin' cause I'm comma after comma after hoe
They bonded though
Wonder where I wander though, where I'm a go
How I'm a flow, they baffle how I'm on the dough, on the low
Babygirl I'm honorroll and right now I'm on a roll
Born to roll, pay your toll, hurry up, get on the pole
Shake it like a tambourine, peel it like a tangerine
Fuck bumpin', liet's get it jumpin', like a trampoline
Damn, his tramp is mean, I want head for sure
Then I looked down, mami need a pedicure
Yeah your feet dun, I told her "please hun"
I been gettin' money since each one, teach one
And this rap, singer, crack-slinger, mac-blinker
Yak-linger, look at the pinky ring on that finger
Yeah, yeah, this is how you get rich
Yeah, yeah, this is how you get rich
Yeah, yeah, this is how you get rich
Bitch, bitch, bitch

All my harlem niggas my bk niggas
back uptown baby, lennox ave
We bout to spit hospitable
Physical, but shit is gettin critical
The way cats bitin is dispicable
Pitiful, unoriginal, this shit is miserable
I'm a businessman, I ain't tryin to be lyrical
Damn it's a miracle, thought y'all was veterans
Wish your flow was ill huh?
Mine was your medicine
Now you're in the game
Lame sound the best you've ever been
Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman
Get thirty thou now your actions begun
Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done
Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin
And start malice(?)
When the fuck we start bouncin?
We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin
We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin'
Yo you fly? Let me know
Yo you high? Let me know
You wanna cry? Let me know
You wanna die? Let me know
You want raw? Let me know
You sound raw Let me know
You want a war? Let me know
You on tour? Let me know
You sell crack? Let me know
You bust yo gat? Let me know
You sell weed? Let me know
Well where the trees? Let me know
You a fed? Let me know
She give head? Let me know
It's aight? Let me know
You wanna fight? Let me know
Yo I get dough any way
I can flow any way
Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway?
C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray
And nigga might I say
I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day
Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away
And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way
I got some cats that'll come down here right away
To take your ass right away
Believe me you could die today
We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code
So please let me know
You get fly? Let me know
He get high? Let me know
Take his jewels and his rolls(?)
Eat his food to let him know(???)
You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze
With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me
So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right
I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right
You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover
And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother
Better carry your rubber
Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???)
Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me
Not my man, not my style
Not my fam, not my pal
Not my click, not my type
Hell no we not alike
You get knocked, you sit in a cell
Get raped, bitch, and you yell
Turn homo, kiss and you tell
Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga
Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga?
You know how we get niggas?
Bla! bla! bla! bla!
That's how we get niggas
Big drinkers, me and 6 figures
Bout to be some real, real real real real real real
Rich niggas
Big niggas, talk slick nigga

- I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone
- Wish I could.....
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)
Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'em
Whatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...
Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you

Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yell fire and aim
Cause when I fire them thangs it's like
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Down with wonderful Cal. {they make Hummers in brown?}
Nah I just shitted on you, even haters lovin my style
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody sim-i-lar
Comin down the block the suspense is killin ya like, wow
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
That's Cal. we see him {we see him} we leavin {we leavin}
He schemin, he be beastin
Heard he kill people, we believe him
Oh shit he's reachin
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Killa Killa Killa Killa!
Killa (Killa!) Killa Killa Killa! (Killa!)
Dial killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
Yea the whoscal, ohh child you wasn't there
Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeke right behind me dun dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children
Dawg, nine to five, office, pool
Couldn't live that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to school
If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool
Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool
Fuckin wit this wolf, this should be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be affordable
Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial
Cars convertible, TV's are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few
Killa!
(KILLA!)
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA!)
Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA!)
Glocks, ox ockin I'm cocked (KILLA!)
Cam, fam, damn, it's (KILLA!)
Season and the reason you breathin (KILLA!)
Who buy out the bar though? (KILLA!)
Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo? (KILLA!)
I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, iight where the bosses meet
And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach
Now I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth, and it's

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

every year's toll had leaves, they were pinstriped
at 12 i had a knife for your wind pipe
at 13 it's the stash house i spent nights
could be wrong but at 15 i've been right
at 17 i ain't care what my friends like
19 was mean i mean i had hunts at night
airs 21 became my money year
23 i could have been facing 220 years
yeah, so let's celebrate, elevate,
roll hella case
man you sweeter than cream savers my team's major
as a teenager
that's where i'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
that's where i'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
the animal that i grew up with it
well they extinct nigga, it'a a few of us left will leave you stink nigga
stink nigga, wash up, you funky fresh
dirty jeans, whack kicks, no cake, with rap
face, dummy stress, 100 k
20 steps like the way i'm impressed
one year, one arrest, gun charge, another mess
homicide, another death
another mother's son at rest
mother made a motherfucker from a lounging breath
you did it, do it man, you ain't done nothing yet
i could become a threat, calico 100 wet
wanna bet, when i make it rain, your whole sun is set
wanna show, no prob, i put before
he ain't one to work, good i take you for
i cook you for them
i make you rich or famous
act vado,
that's where i'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
that's where i'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
i'm from where the strong prey upon the weak
where lions teach they babies bite before they grow they teeth
they saw the world dawg eat y'all huh
well we're i'm from we all eat dwags
come from the jungle, learn how to hustle from hunger
keep my money in bundles, keep a gun that's humongous
among us, oldest dad to the youngest
be hunting hope to be stunting
for turning nothing into something
jakels throw a lot of rounds
get your paper straight, be like
that's where i'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle

Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude
Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin
Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again
Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin
He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)
My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner
I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)
What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again
Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all

and your right ill be a chicken cause ur a cat so ill do like dogs do bark and get my buddy passes
blah bla blah
sayin hello and then hung up the fuckin phone then when i called back u wasnt pickin up the fuckin phone, i dont understand why
what are u sayin u said you wasnt gona call me any more so why are you callin me
and so what you say alot things but you dont do it you want to get technical
why are you callin me
ill call you when i feel like it change your number
ill be a chicken so ima act like a chicken quack quack quack or whatever the fuckin sounds they make
thats a duck what u wanna b a duck or a chicken
nigga i wanna punch u right in ur eye, i wanna punch u right in ur fuckin nose caue thats how u got me feellin right not
man listen
no dont tell me to fuckin listen you listen where u at
im at the studio
where on 24th i will go to every fuckin studio and find ur ass

Killa, What we want uh I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick
for a minute ya know, Dip set, freaky, jones, santana, uh Harlem
Yo, Yo, Ayo
I just wanna come through ice in the crown
I just want the coke price to go down
I just wanna get a couple months, dog
Not like for these pounds
I just wanna have this orgy and these dikes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop coming over knowing they bleeding
I want head from east nava
I wanna get the benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need prada
She could be a damn reeboker
Long as she freak proper
I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni Braxton
Come over show ya homie action
I want em now I want em wild I wanna bone they back in
I wanna whip I wanna drop I wanna chrome reaction
You should know I'd give a kidney to ya'll
I want my women to shine I want my niggaz to ball
I want it all
Come on, Juelz, Dip Set killa killa, ya'll know what the fuck I want
Yo, Yo
Yo, I just wanna get money
I just wanna get hoes
I just wanna smoke weed and o's
I just wanna get a million get low
I just wanna do a album , shit 4
I just wanna live rich not po
I just wanna be happy not stress
I just want my girl to know right now I'm not happy I'm stress
I just want the struggle to stop
But on this beat I don't wanna talk I just want the muzzle to pop
I don't want a job I just wanna hustle the Roc
I just love the way that coke fluff in the pot
I just want the coupe to be pretty
I just wanna cruise through the city
Baby, I just want ya ass to be fat
I just wanna play tag from the back
I just wanna go half on the sack
I just want my dick to fit in ya mouth
I just wanna sit in the house
I just wanna make music for my niggaz to bounce, come on
I just want you to know you'll get slapped in ya face
I just wanna know what happened to mase
I just want him to know,
Rock dem jewels flash that chrome
Its all good you can come back home
If you want
Ayo, I just want this paper to be straight
I just want this cake to hurry up and bake
So I can send it upstate
I just want my money back in a week
I just wanna get the fuck out this studio and back in the streets
I just wanna fuckin stop being aggie as hell
I just want head from Pattie Labelle
I just want when I'm stress when I'm vex
Want L to pass me the L
You don't want L to pass me the shells
It will get ugly
I just want my moms to let me smoke weed in my home
I just want my nigga T to come home
I just want the v to be chorme
I just want these hoes to leave me alone

uh.......yo
i hate my boss dude thinks he knows it all and i know i know it all but i follow protocol hope he sit in a casket got me sit in traffic its 7:00pm(oh yeah yeah)shit! and i woke up late didn't even have a shower lunch break gimme a break a damn half an hour all this bullshit for 12 bucks an hour Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck)
I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck I'm gonna solve em
You know our ethnicity Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic
Brand new clothes? Naw you'd rather see me naked
Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck)
Why am I working here? It ain't working here
It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere
Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here
Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring
Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?"
You know I'm admiring nice job, family man
Car and looking as walk in a tiring
Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring
Then get retirement, I blame my environment (its my hood)
I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
"Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me
You working on my future, why you need to know my history
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit please"
He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me
Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you bout them felonies)
No second chance, back to the same block
Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
This a game ma? Okay the games over (okay)
Then she opened the door with the chain on (whats up)
Said she been reaching out, for several days
I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word)
I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house
She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O.
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)

Remix
(That's right) Silkk the Shocker
Uh, Cam'Ron (You ain't know) No Limit
(That's right) Untertainment
(I'm here and there) mo' money
(I'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
Aye yo I just walk wit' ya'll, I don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know I'm sheisty, and all my jewels Icey
Tryin' to settle down Ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'I don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but I cam with a 'core
For the love of Money, Charli, whoa It Ain't My Fault
Like Silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole Squad is Terrorin', cats is No Limit
And I'm a diplomat, I'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the Spanish kid wit' the goatee
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin Triple Seis
Hot as hell, I'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Reppin Uptown to Harlem World, where we at
I'm up coughin in the ambulance
>From way downtown, they got the Horses and the Carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from Central Park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the Cabaret of Love
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought I already barked on cats about Russ Hadden
It ain't work, gotta Scream on cats like Wes Craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know I hadn't in me
Like Lil' Kim -- didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, I Prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & Carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where I come from
Ask Jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, Siskel and Elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see Charli, in a Benz or Ferrari
Hennesey or Pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But I flip, be the new face, cover of Trace
This the motherfuckin remix, we ain't need no {Mase}
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (Slikk the Shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (Cam'Ron, No Limit)
(Untertainment)
(Mo' money, ya heard me)
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon; now I like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till I fall, should I say, my time is up
And I cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause I could ball with or without the shipment
And I'm down girl, but I could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the Shocker, Cam'Ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(Must be a car), Miss I could pull you, with or without the six
Now I ain't the C-E-O, but I ain't far from it
So if I ain't far from C-E-O
That mean I ain't far from havin' C-E-O money
Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth this much
Like Mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles - drop a beat, I'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game - and cop a brick
No Limit Soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like ohhhhhhh, "It Ain't My Fault!"
I'm from the N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
Tru my click, Silkk, the Shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money I'm tryin' to make it
Bustas I'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh I love Silkk, and then, ooh I hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but I don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now I don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through

Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial
You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs
If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)
Shut the fuck up
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire
Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs
(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And you don't know) You better toughin' up
(Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuckyou up
(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
And when he got ass I said "me too"
And when he got the drop I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all tinted out, your car's see-through
I see you
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire
Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Tell the vally "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin a party, later tonight
like Phil Collins said in "The Heat Of The Night"
'cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long)
'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
(and uh) drop six (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsy to drive
but I got my horse and carriage right outside
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for eva
And we gonna riiiiiise
And we gonna riiiiiise

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
Killa
Yo, girl: get a notepad (for what?)
You ain't got no swag!
And you so fine, it's so sad
Still riding coach, need a Coach bag
Let me coach you, no Coach tags (what that mean?)
Get rid of that Coach bag!
And listen, I ain't trying to throw jabs
(Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?!
Only one that deal with Cam' is a queen
Louis handbags, Alexander McQueen
Yeah, stand up I'm mean
For how I handle my team, clean
Harlem n-ggas don't wear sandals with jeans
Car skills good, I can handle the Beem
Nickle, dime, twenties, I can handle the fiends
Sohey Muma, que pasa?
I'm water, baby: agua
[Hook]
Hey yo, muma!
I'm saying
Can I come over? Cause
I'm not playing
Bend your ass over, uh, I'm not waiting
And if I'm sober, I'm blazing. Hey!
[Verse 2 - Vado]
Hold up, (*spit sound*) let the Slime spit
Need these first three rows, let my suave sit
Icy, make it hard to see the time tick
Me and my dine chicks, with glasses of wine, lit
Yeh, your money can't provide this

Hey ma, what's up, lets slide, all right, all right
And we get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gon get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gon take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gon get it on tonight
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said use a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing Sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tommorow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on
Now That I got a girl, my Ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails, uh
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,
To the Jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinnin
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see booby grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range maim
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word

I know you heard me in british rob
But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed
Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob
Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling
But I run the circus like ring-a-ling
I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling
(jing-a-ling)
That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping
Pow, pow, .45 load thing
Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming
Ching chong like a higher Chow Main
I'm bilingual ma, I don't need a nickel, naw
Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh
Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up
I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work
Put my tool to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse
You get low on dough, the few the first
I don't need you high like I'm high
But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly
Fresh, Lui Vuitton ankle
Pastel, Lui Vuitton rainbow
Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango's
Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals
Moved on an angle, like a baler malodor
The two gon' tango
Shake your body mami, move your body hottie
Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a mazarattie
They all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly
I don't talk like the swolly mami
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up
Lady, dry your panties
Damn, she wanna right her family
Tell em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy
And I got all type of candy
Whats that? Victoria Secret
Here's Lapearla, come peep it
This lingerie that you could honor A
Wonder woman, ouuiii, go on play
Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring
Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling
Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling
Goddamn mam', not a damn thing
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies

(feat. Hell Rell)
[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE
WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE
SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS
I WAS THE WIIILDEST...
THAT WAS CHILDISH...
NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS
SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL
RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL
SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS
HE WAS A HUSTLER
SHE'S A CUSTOMER
NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID
TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK
I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND
NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH
HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY
WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND
ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON
THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG
THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET
BUT IM A STREET TARGET
CALL ME A MEAT MARKET
I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF
THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN
ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN?
NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES
THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW
FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED
WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE??
[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble
bread (bread)
Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed)
I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo
Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?)
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)
Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the
difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo)
Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?)
I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot)
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock
Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)
"Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear
y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheelchairs
Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears
Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears
[Cam'Ron: Bridge]
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM
[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT

[Intro]
Killa, Dipset
Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0})
I got to be the best livin' man (you already know)
Holla at me
[Verse 1]
Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy"
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get a knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the donzinna
The don of don play the dug-out like donzimma
I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
[Verse 2]
Man you know how I line my backs
With they diamond crack
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell vikitins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fuck with those grills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
Fuck Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'

[VERSE 1]
We hit too many left turns to make it right
My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite
But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're a.m. like
Here's an order Black be the quarterback take a hike
Hut one, hut two, hut three
Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest
Randy moss
How much the candy cost?
Then im explainin to folks
Its terrific but be specific
The ? the coke
I refrain from the hoax
Lame, This game is a joke
But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove
I move the work from New York to New England
New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New Zealand
Hop out like who dealin'? who slingin?
(Rick?) lookin' like who wheelin? Who blingin?
Then I handle weed and tell em
they got the work
if it don't work
your money back, guaranteed.
But I guarantee money with your money you'll be ??
Fuck it up? A disaster B casualties actually
But I move casually
Not a judge but call me your honorable
Go head and vomit fool, bar none bombable
We beef like a farmer do
My jewelry is a carnival
Heard my goddamn chain, its like a ferris wheel
You fuckin with sosa, you won't find a better deal
[CHORUS]
Willy wack, who you wit
Get your gat, hit a lick
Flip a pack, flip a brick, man
Louie hat, louie kicks
Till we strap in the mix
Mooey move back doors
And we got it for cheap!
Yeah we got it for cheap!
Yeah we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap
We got it for cheap!
We got it for cheap!
[VERSE 2]
I sold guns and the rock
Filled the ? to the top
40th nigga
Smoke a blunt with Barack
Put your heart in your stomach
Your lungs in your socks
Your girl in my bed
Your son on my block
Yeah, they stole my style
But this the judgement
Welcome to the wild life
"Damn you got a foul wife"
I picked her up from karaoke and pilate class
She like to deepthroat, me I call it lolligag
Y'all niggas call me fags
Not a body cast, a body bag
Fuckers I'll leave his whole body tagged
Primo give me bricks
I get poppy cash
?? licks
he'll let the shotty blast
At nine years old yall was watchin ? troops
Me the only fifth grader with the ?? suit
Twenty years later, bitch is ?? gucc shoes
For a months rent, a fly purse, and some new boots
You out the loop lou
Me I'm in the crew coupe
Truck ?? same color as dove soap
Niggas needin' favors
Believe im major
Straight out the hood
But you should see my neighbors
You say a hundred dollars
He say a piece of paper
Yeah we all own our cars
You still leain' hater?

chorus
there comes a time
every girl has to cry
cry cry baby sometime
there comes a time
when your heart can't take no more
and you have to cry cry cry
listen when it comes to my girl
i can tell it all
when it come in the home
she wanna smell my balls
why it smells like ..
if you ain't playing ball
took a shower at the gim
said use a on your pants
make up on your shirt
gave some hugs at the office
girls make up the world
ain't imaging what she said
cause i can smack a .. crack
got a beautiful mom
the way she's acting bro
on my phone
when i sleep
trying to crack the code
i am .. she is crazy
i went to the door
turn around and i said
baby you are my one and no other
discover undercover that you're jealous on my mother
baby so from here girl i blow a kiss
and it's me i know she miss
cause when i left i told her this
chorus
i know
fucking shame you fuck what's his name
that's when your .. got rid of that
the whole bus train give you guts pain
and you .. strange a bomb and i cut change
no i don't wanna have a sit you want a ..
cool we don't have to meet
i am gone i put it back to sleep
.. with this dump shit cause you are mad at me
we got beef go ahead speak your mind
told i was with you before and you didn't have a dime
i am .. she is crazy
i walk to the door and said
baby you are my one and no other
discover undercover that you're jealous on my mother
baby so from here girl i blow a kiss
and it's me i know she miss
cause when i left i told her this

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DipSet, Please
That's my word word, I flip herb, birds
Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb
Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck
Said word, word nigga
Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures
Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain
Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin
Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners
Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner
I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly
One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L
This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun?
Juvenile gun possession is a problem
If a child obtains an improperly stored gun
the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa)
The restrictions are endless
Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug)
You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove
Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what)
Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why)
When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce
that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard
And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man
Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this)
That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover

[Intro"]
Waddup, Midwest?
THey forgot about the fourth coast
Uh, it ain't nuttin though
Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas
Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!
[Verse 1:]
Geah! (HOLLA!)
Thinkin 'bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn that's my nigga! (why?)
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s')
Left Chicago with good money for five drops
Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?)
Bamboo and Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside)
They'll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur's (Waddup Madison?)
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole Ohio, but I start it off of Buckeye (dey know me!)
Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em (sure did)
Few clowns was hatin (what? !), moved my pounds to Dayton (Let's go)
And in Akron, my niggaz they would throw things
Not King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?)
Ain't he actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home
Then smack the [? ], wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone
[Chorus: w/ ad-libs in background]
If you know like I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin, you will look like a gyro
[Verse 2:]
Yo, ga'head and hate me hater
'cause I'm flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am)
Well, you'll get SMACKED with the radiator
And I get catered player - wanna talk? Maybe later
Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!)
Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke
Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like AIYYO!
And you'll get yolked up, switchblade poked up
Bitch-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes)
Cowboy roped up, y'all boys sold what?
Know what? The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here)
Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up!
Get close up, soaked up, I'm KG, postup
Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Family gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half)
Y'all doped up, this game is sewed up
Malcolm X tell the white bitch yo, I want my toes sucked
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo, I'd rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
My twelve and twelve - well, they carry my bricks
And them twelve-twelve fiends, they're married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips [laughing]
Y'all make a brotha laugh, me I took another path
Come into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?)
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say POOF!
Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice
Killa! Killa...
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
You know what it is, nigga - Harlem
140th & Lennox, you faggot niggaz can suck a dick, fuck niggaz
Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana
Nebraska - Omaha, what's happenin?
Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois
Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is
I'll be home soon, Killa!
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Waddup, Leche?
Yo Happy, I'm a drop another package off
Duke on that Westside of Chicago [laughs]

See the problem is I ain't goin nowhere
Can shoot at me, can stab at me
Take your best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no homo
DipSet, remix, let's go!
My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got hell-a cain, mac in the melon range
Hop out and shells exchange
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain
Walk around like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn
Man these cowards better stay in they lane
And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin and jumpin
Glock clickin and dumpin, it's the mighty
Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter
Left hand bling, the right one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture
The white stone flipper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister
This psycho sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller
This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You rappin indirect
But it's lookin like a movie shoot
How they sendin all these damn actors at the set
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me)
Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer
And ya boy stay fly like he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy
Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly high
And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky
I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to make it hot
Feel like Pac I know it's set up
Them old niggaz know I'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. That'll get 'em up in I.C.U.
Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.
C-74 switched 'em over to P.C.
Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All about them G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style

B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B.
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer, and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz
All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300 dollars for
the tape
To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha
FUCK YALL BITCHES!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga*
Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me, FUCK YALL BITCHES!!!
All y'all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!!
Aaah, oooh.
Fuck you, fuck you!
This goes out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin' bout
I'm fuckin' too young
And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift
Also yeah, yah...
To the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting out,
right, bitch?!
Well now, I got out, fuck you!!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, B. Yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro
But now I'm fuckin' yo' hoe!!
HaHa!! Fuck you!!
But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' fuck these niggaz', too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small. Ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you!!
Fuck him, B.
Yah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care. Fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time. Fuck them, B.
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey!!
FUCK YOU!!!!

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
by this time I see yall I say
Fuck yall from the very start of this shit
Fuck what you into
Fuck what you been through
Fuck where you going
Fuck who scared of you
Fuck if you did fed time
Fuck ya clique
Fuck ya glocks
Matter fact Fuck ya block
Fuck who you pulled out on
Fuck you!
Fuck ya bitch
Fuck if you been outta town
Fuck ya fake ass ice grill
Fuck ya life
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to five
Man I don't give a Fuck about you
I don't give a Fuck about your hood
I don't give a Fuck who you know
I don't give a Fuck if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's watchin
Fuck if you bullshittin
Fuck ya shots off?
Fuck where you came up
fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
fuck ya role man
I don't give a fuck
Fuck ya pleas
Fuck ya rules
Fuck you you fake punk ass nigga
and Fuck how you ran shit
I don't give a Fuck if you diesel
I don't give a Fuck who you be
fuck if you want it
Fuck if you grimy
Fuck if you floss
and and Fuck these bitches right here if they not fucking
wait who the Fuck you think you talking to?
BITCH Im talking to you!
whats poppin my nigga
What the fuck you talk ----
I know you not talking to us
Im talking to both of yall
man Fuck outta here man Fuck yall
you ain't tlaking to me
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you Fuck you fuuuuuuucccckkkkk you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

[Verse 1: Penz]
I'm seein everything, from currupt politics
To my cop killers runnin loose with the hollow tips
Niggaz poppin shit, body bags, pop em' quick
Sometimes it's like only me that acknoledge this
When you rapidly movin, shootin and runnin through life
There's a chance you can crash, loser be under the pike(Damn)
Man I thought I was nice, runnin and pumpin the white
Then I slipped the interrogation room, I'm under the light
I felt the pressure, they test ya, and try to make ya rat
But I'm ahead of the weather, so I'm a take the wrap
I was ready cop, time in ready for shot
Then the feds startin talkin bout I was heavy with rocks
It's the life that I live, shit'll stay right in my crib
Movement from the allen to the feds extra indited the kid
Now they pressin me hard, talkin bout attendin the L
District attorny like "I recommend you to tell"
But I live by zoo, scavenger homie a beast
Calabar backsmackin you cowards that boney and weak
Stop flippin them dimes, cause if you can't do your time
Homeboy, you not fuckin fit for the grind
[Hook: Penz]
You not fuckin fit for the grind
You not fuckin fit for the grind
You not fuckin fit for the grind
You not fuckin fit for the grind
[Verse 2: Cam'ron*]
Yo, won't hear a sound from your kids
They'll get found by the bridge
In a fridge, it's cold, you ain't around for the bibs
Keep the pounds by the ribs, I ain't down for your fibs
So high, yo I had to lie your cuffs around the crib
Where I used to live, but the truth of it is
We is always on the run, I'm harborin a fugitive
Dust and dirt, they comin in with the cuffs and they hurt
Chirp, we must be alert, harry start flushin the work
I see the canines ya'll, put the guns in the cieling(man, shut the fuck)
I get the numbest feelin, like I'm done with dealin
Me, James, and Duke, this ain't no fed tale
They came in 10 deep 12 guages, red shells
Now I'm thinkin of foreman, tanya, maybe lawrence
Could be they correspondants, do I got any warrants(shit)
Who droppin the dimes, fast forward unlock your mind
To the block of mine, off of weed sold 15, copped out the nine
When it rains, it pours, we never seen it drizzle
He got foreign shit, I've seen many nickel
I ain't being fickle, these shots, they gon' tickle
My money, honey, bun bun, I love to see it trickle
Vista seas are trickles, (huh)more than sniffles
Pull the pistol on yourself, it'll leave you crippled
Stop flippin them dimes, if you can't do your time
Homeboy, you ain't fuckin fit for the grind
[Hook: Penz]
You not fuckin fit for the grind
You not fuckin fit for the grind
You not fuckin fit for the grind

Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need
To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order
Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right
Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click
Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the
Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya
Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the
Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me
We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset
Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step
To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom
Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside
Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there
Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you
Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'
Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two
Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe
That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap
Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell
Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network
Dipset family ties
They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder
Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra
Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore
Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the
Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them
Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put
Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry

Dipset all day
Listen
Yo uh cash in his sweat socks
Check his sweat pocks
Got a knot in there the size of an xbox
Ya'll cats bet not
Head shot red dot
Ya chicks are betty and wilma hear me make they bed rock
Get em girl my hat black and italian wifey
Rocks all colors brother my italian icey
I say get em girls a diomonds outta dimonod mind
I don't even like to rhyme love but love this life of mine
Glair at the gems
Yes stair little friend
Take I good look cause I swear I won't wear em again
These are ones I wear earings a once I pair
One time for one time dam look how once iv stair
Space in baltimore place the order replace the quater ya'll
The fiends are chasin waterfalls
Heres a o of somethin
Bro your so disgustin
Yes your older buzzin number one no discussion
And you know I'm stuntin I got it all coke dope crack zysurp robetusin
The blambama with santana leave cam alone before this man jam scram ya dam camera phone
Bout to introduce his ass to the hammer phone smash nah smile holmes dial tone flat line
Gun in his mouth call that the chat line bought my dudes watches that's how we past time
I let the hammer spray
Them cats ran away
You wanna join us and listen while santana say
Ayo cam I got a body in the trunk why
Ain't no joke poppin the slumps
And I'm cocky with pump and the shotty comacazi body after body chump
Ya'll probably gettin jump
I'm in the lobby gettin drunk and the whip could yuse a foul order
Dial sober
Papi called drought over
Old twenty eight old school I top mine cope mine the block fine yatzi yat time
I prolly remoli ask mami is sherry could
Come to the crib I live I holly berry hood
Floors marble catmis cherry wood
Dishes gemstar in other words very good
Speaking of good I'm good with the semi blow wood with the heni in the hood like a hemi homie
You to fiminit took over two teniments with
Cookies in cake to brand new intemit
We truly gentlemen since I had the grey goose now we mix grey goose with sizurp
Rembolence
Cause the cake mix ten homes eight whips but the eight whips I'm bout to trade for a space ship
Call me nasa man inside plasma fam
I got a worrant I'm in orbit come after cam
You gotta indore it I explore it
Just like dora take the order gift wrap it borabora
Killa!

Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the rusty
car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And yall can't see these flows,

This is a remix (remix, remix)
DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix)
I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT
(this is the remix)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa
Yes honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice
And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!)
Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!)
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K!
And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa)
And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT
(this is the remix)
(DIPSET!, KILLA!)

Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true)
Made a lotta enemies (true)
Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life over again?
(You right about that)
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat
Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)
Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life, we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin
Cause we all stubbrin
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals (true)
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all people
A nigga front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs (drugs)
Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood
So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near
Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)
Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is
I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)
As the man of the house I had to bring income
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh)
Stand on this mothafuckin block again?
Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo)
See alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for excutives
It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives
Get my messages, hell no
Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid
Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some child support shit
I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall
If I do my life over, I repeat all
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun, but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done

Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you
Look at my mind
Floating away
I know fuckin' with a crook is whack
I lied cheated still took me back
What I do, turn around, ask you to cook me crack
Boost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurts
Cause you even ask me to come through to church
What I do, act second rate
I stole ten dollars out of the collection plate
But I'm ready to change
You got my heart, plus you smart
And the sex is great
And you hate rap
I like that girl
I argue with Keisha, I ain't like that girl
You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl
You beat her ass, you ain't have to bite that girl
And my baby got the best thighs
And my whip she ain't never got to test drive
Copped here up, at five
You paid attention when no one acknowledge me
This is my public apology, Holla B
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we
We can get the drop top or come through on the bike
We could go where you want we could do what you like tonight
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we (where you wanna go)
Where Italy, what Sicily, tell me girl, Disney world
He's the kind of guy that would say he baby lets get away
Lets go some place oh
Where I don't, care
He's the kind of guy that will give it everything and trust your heart
Share all of your love, till death do you part
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say
You helped me work when we was twelve and a half
You said Cam, what the fuck dog, we twelve and a half
That house cost millions, twelve and a half
But I still got them bricks, twelve in the stash
You can't even get mad
Say what the hell just laugh
Standin' there beautiful like what I'm gon do with you
You wanted me to go to school and just play ball
What I do, go to school with that eight-ball
Here come the drugs, here come the rocks
Yeah I dealt that, I'm a hustla though
I can't help that
You was there when I flipped my first birds
Now we gon see my son take his first words
And um, absurd, I ain't wanna be no singer ma
I just wanted eight carrots on your finger ma
Since were young, you thug me I thugged you
You hug me, I hugged you
You love me, I love you
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say
Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you
Look at my mind
Floating away

Now I told shorty to curve! she like curve? I'm like curve! she like what that mean I'm like that mean geta way from me ya breath stink you herd a tick tacks curve man gett outta here if big pun was alive he'd tell you to go that way curve
From equador extra raw repitwar like the reservoir few bretta scars get ya neck ajared
Respect ya paw don't believe better call I need a fre fre fre freak I mean a tramp ma and my dick you can lick like a stamp ugh and ya back you can arch like a ramp ma geta helmet you about to get ran hard I'm rambo camando comacho ya disappear vamanose vato got doe gwap hoe shots go ratt ratt taat how could he not kno louie socks tho you can see the logo and I chop blo blo no homo shoot out in the woods no po po he wired the deal a no go yo I get dough tho he a no show I'm so high high in the low low I ain't gotta addressbut yo I gota get dressed come watch a mobster get fresh lennon and ostrich
On deck I kno ya'll wish that them shots woulda shot me to death but that's because me you a mummy I'm out to get flesh dummy money bustin outta my socksand my sweats get cash but alota my gwaps in a check
Ugh that's my word if homie actin obsurred and he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to curve girls to if she gettin on ya nerves and she gota
Lota nerve then tell the girl to curve
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
Yo damn cam why they startin wars forced in garden kitchen parkay floors lil nymphs watch them whores slide em to the crib right in side her ribs right outside her ribs right inside her chips please stop watchin me look diamonds
Around her wrist house behind the cliffs left her equalivent ta 600 dimes of pif off the window menu I'm from a diferent venue these nike's don't ask discontinued must miscontinue one clip will end you please stop watchin me I
Can't front baby girl I'm something to watch I ask you one thing girl you comin or not I make sugar melt you don't need killa help my doors are suicde bitch go kill ya self since ya feel ya self now id love to steal ya health please
Stop watchin me chea I kno alota ya'll hatin wanna clap me still listen good I don't care how you actually feel cause I'm actually real for real wrapped in steal and the roof open up like a happy meal get a steal grip you won't feel
Shit we move single file like we on a field trip get ya permisson slip can you vision it empty the gun son put in a different clip ugh
That's my word if homie actin obsurred and he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to curve girls to if she gettin on ya nerves and she gota
Lota nerve then tell the girl to curve
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick

[Verse 1:]
The truck or the Lamb b, Cam be stuffed in some candy
This ain't a label CURTISSS, you fukkin with family
See my squad dun waited, right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket, bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon be a masterpiece
I had to beef, he look like a gorilla... with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit a crack god that mack broads?
That video ain't Queens, that's your backyard
CURTISSS, it's messin with your head bad,
You dead mad, but dag dad, security with red flags?
You bangin 5's, shootin rocks and signs my way?
Fine play, I keep it neutral but my family's 9-Trey
SUUWHOOP!, my a-alikes stayed to fight from day to night
When I smacked the Lighty Brothers....David...Mike
Believe me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy ain't the president... he the CEO
Zeek is the president, it's evident he'll cock and spray
Santana is the underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fukk with Zo Poun[?] too, Sa Pa Say[?]
Grab the Cotto Ma Cot, Zo Zo Rockaway[?]
I extended the clip, never be friends with you b1tch
Shouts to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with police
You ain't from Southside, you bout to get your mouth wired
[Hook: x2]
CURTISSS!, rewind it DJ!
CURTISSS!, you ain't 50... 50 Cent's from BK!
CURTISSS!, yep... he deserve to be nervous!
CURTISSS!, damn... show some courtesy, Curtis!
[Verse 2:]
Aiyo, check the tale, girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail but let's talk record sales
Juelz 800... Jim 400...
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah, I rocked the Roc, but stop it doc you copper top
My n1ggas... watch em ball!! Your dudes... I watch em flop!!
Yep, so beware dog I'm tryin to be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for 3 years
Let me be fair, I hop up off of sweet Leers
Right to Lenox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
These are not tales, and dog we not frail
You don't club in New York , you party out in Scottsdale
Ha, I can't be clowned, beef dog, god damn we down
And how you livin?!! You live in Tyson's hand me down
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I'll clap a clown
[Hook x2]
[Talking at the end:]
Aiyo man, thanks for all the shout outs for my dudes. You keep shoutin em and I love it baby! Them my brothers! I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute. You talkin bout Koch the grave yard, but you just signed off for Prodigy to go there. Aiyo P....he a sucka!! Get away from that dude B! You ain't got no swag with buckteeth. You know how you ain't got no swag? Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tank tops is stupid just like your dumb azz! Them is brassiere tops! Whoever wore that outside is a homo....gay azz n1gga. Stop calling my probation officer too, why you talking bout my probation?!! You tryin to get my locked up CURTIS?!! Aiyo Curtis....you really tryin to get me locked up?!! You said something about my probation on your song, next thing I know, my probation officer called me today saying he need to see me. Aiyo, if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail!!! This is crazy....I gotta go report to probation next Thursday and I ain't supposed to report for 3 weeks!!!

All generals stand in line, salute nigga
[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the loot
Also put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof
CRIME PAYS!
I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
O.G. glisten and glee, sit in the V
Did it in three, homeboy listen to me
[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine
[Verse 2]
BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be
3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a lifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'll have a Spyder
David said police, Wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married, have a big crib in France
I started actin up, wait a minute back it up
This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up
Then Mr. Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked
"You got a problem Cam" Yeah, I should teach this class
Maybe I'll reach they ass,
Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit, debit, plus receipts for cash
A few geeks had laughed, I told the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin
Call Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this
Damn I'm rich, a drug dealer turned out philanthropist
[Hook x2]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line

[Verse 1:]
Yo 1 question, where U know Me from?
On 40 Duce, got cought with that loaded gun,
Sereal scratched Cop Killa U know tha gun, only fear I had wouldn't know My Son. Would of told My Son, who tha hell could doubt Me, rather see Me in a cell then they tell U bout Me.
In DC yo, they cought Me sippin (drunk), at tha light 1 howard night they cought Me slippin, couple shots, took off skippin, co-operate nah My name ain't Rico (U got Me fucked up!)
Look Chico, Killa tryin to duck tha repo, racketeering, steering + tub prodigo.
What up Amigo, yeah key pasa, New Yetty is My City Mi Casa.
Sqeeze? calm down, no need, nada.
They're desert apple pie, peach cobbler.
Get tha cool whip, I keep tha tool gripped, got guns that's longer than a pool stick, the front gate, tha backyard & pool sick but when tha Jewels drip I'm a fool Dip.
Strip club in tha crib not just a pole, lights flash mirrors up, disco ball (tha whole shabang) & I just go ball,
Act skitzo ya'll, dude 7ft ask how I get so tall.
[Hook:]
Somebody better pray 4 em B4 I get feed up & I lay 4.
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down!, Wooh-sah
Somebody better warn tha kid B4 I call 4 a breach & I storm tha Crib!
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down!, Wooh-sah
[Verse 2:]
Crack, I wrap it in plastic, pass it.
CDs I wrap it in plastic Classic (classic).
Atheus, Muslim, Catholic, Baptist respect all (respect all) math on mathematics (Wow)
Mastered My craft cashed in from the tatics,
Moving forward they say My ass is backwards (how is that?)
Sit back, relax laugh at the bastards (lol)
Show em how We ball with out having a basket
But your family, they gonna be acting dramatic
"Look a You BooHoo! " as they passin Your casket.
Rumor had it, you got attacked by a savage (animal sounds), true story, his melon got cracked 4 tha cabbage.
Like UPS yeah I'm back to My tatics (back 2 it)
Get it anywhere, I'll even plaster a package,
The Feds check every FedEx (that's true)
Fuck tha stash box put in your head rest & I'll come to your door, where your head rest, I Don't understand no give Me a yes, Yes!
Huh!
I don't even know what maybe mean, Young Girls Lip Gloss Old Chicks Maybelline.
Mid 20's Mami, pull out your Mac stick, Me I'm still on the corner with chapped lips (chapped lips) I ain't even got a 80cent Chapstick but I
Got a 2 piece & you'll get jacked Quick!
[Hook:]
Somebody better pray 4 em B4 I get feed up & I lay 4.
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down!, Wooh-sah
Somebody better warn tha kid B4 I call 4 a breach & I storm tha Crib!
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah
Calm down, Wooh-sah

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Who be gettin' 'em movin' about 6 of 'em boothin'
Dominicana, Boricua, love the lips on the Cubans
Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin'
I be up in the Heights right in the mix of the fuedin'
I keep my toolo, cause I'm no foolo
Espano mas o menos but tu queiro culo
She said "Ooh you fresco" I said "Boo but I'm fresh though
Let's go, sexo, tu bece webo
How'd I pursue", said "She not in the mood"
I said "Not to be rude, ma I'm a popular dude"
"Oh the guy from the tube, who be rockin' them cubes"
We can rock in Moraco, there you can rock in the nude
You suckin' or not, huh, she said (aye dios mio)
I got 'em there, I can't, well adios dear
Caught a fish in the sea, and I go fishin' god
I caught 50 thousand all on my fishin' rod
[Hook: Cam'ron]
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
Callete Callete Callete Ca-Callete
[Repeat]
[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
I know Dominicans with boats that get it off the coast
And pitch it all in boats from the milli or the post
They feelin' me the most cause when I'm pickin' up a key
The supplyer say "Callete" and gimme one for free
But I'm shinin' cause I'm grindin' hijo
Every diamond frio, the Montecito
The bitch'll say (aye dios mio)
Not from Reno, he pulled up in the drop with Tito
Watch me chico I run outta roads, pop ya kleeco
I chop badeko, that's cooked crack you hood rat
Pushin' where you push at, you ain't even a good pack
That means your cook's wack, besides that, doja I'm fly
That's what I tell 'em when I'm strollin' it by
I'm like, "Como tu estas? Donde tu va?
No need to get ya number, yo no voy a damma
Yo ma, I know that you shy, let's go and get high"
Next thing you know he strokin' her side and she's yelling out
[Hook: Cam'ron]
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
Callete Callete Callete Ca-Callete
[Repeat]
[Verse 3: Freekey Zeekey]
Callete Callete ma
Que pasa con tu mi mama
I love it when they call me Big Freekey, Freekey
Mucho dinero ma, que celle de hiko mi pi
Papel cause I'm livin' la hotta, uh
A no tu play with them, no
Whole crew, matatan, pop a thong
Cop a charm, so we get it on
Y mami, me webo, tu culo
Grande dame beco y chulo
Es loco tes va mocho, yes I'm loco
Junto llama baja pogo, yes
It's ya boy baby, whip and them toys baby
Whole clique or shady, pero es amor baby
Freeke love to floss, I'm a boss, whippin' off
Hit me off, adios
Baya con dios
[Hook: Cam'ron]
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
Callete Callete Callete Ca-Callete

All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When I come through
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When I drive through
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I, yo, yo
I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin
They way I floss, y'all chcickens, should be cluckin
One bird chirp, got blunt wit me
She work up at Starbuck, front on me
I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick
Fucked up bad, real, real, thirsty chick
You just chop, called you karate chick
Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch
Like your sister, she was just a crack chick
Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch?
Like Cam is a son of a bitch
That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your tits
But I, got a girl, we all call her "Licka"
Cuz she drink liquor, let another girl lick her
If you licky, licky, we all could play
But I don't eat nothing that can walk away, Killa
When I come through...
When I drive through...
Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine...
All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go...
Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before
And you know that they different than whores
Same rules, never put your dick in 'em raw
But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw
Cuz she listen, been through it, did it before
But you gotta watch 'em close cuz they blab they mouth
Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth
Then fuck her til she cluck her whole basket out
Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin'
She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin'
Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin'
Hope you got a metro card or a token
They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin
But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens
And they love when I don't stop, keep diggin
Make 'em wanna cluck more, make 'em wanna fuck more
Uh, uh, Killa, uh, uh, what, uh
When I come through...
Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through...
Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine...
All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens
Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken
Took L advice, slap me a chicken
But my girl don't need no type of brains
Just get down, gimme some type of brains
And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim
But if your head right I might ice your chain
It's a shame how y'all chicks admire the jewels
Niggas wearin white gold y'all inspired them fools
But I'ma tell you chicks once
Only thing you gon' get from Juelz is dick and some big blunts
And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick
But don't worry baby it's about this thick
Uh, when I come through...
Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000...
My chain is $45,000...
My pinky ring is $25,000...
The year of my car, match the year that it is
What you expect a chicken to fuckin do?
Y'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin
Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin
Uh, when I come through...

This bitch ain't nothin' but a filthy slut that's why I
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
This bitch ain't nothin' but a filthy slut that's why I
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
So you ho's, you should know what's up
When you see me, you know it's time to fuck
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
Bitches ain't shit but hoe's and tricks
I fucked her in the crib, then in the whip
And after I fuck her I'm takin' the chips
I'm takin' the whips but she can keep the kids
I fuck good bitches, bad bitches and stick
Shawty's so bad I'm glad she's all on my dick
I took her to the crib and we were smokin' the piff
Now she's twisted, suckin' the dick
I ain't tryin' to get played like no silly ho
I just get what I want then I'm out the door
So if you think that you fuckin' me baby boy, you got it twisted
You got it twisted, you got it twisted
I just want to hit it and split it, then move on
If you thinkin' I'ma stay, you know you're so wrong
Unless you got the cash, you ain't seein' the stash
Now you mad, catchin' feelin' and that's just too bad
This bitch ain't nothin' but a filthy slut that's why I
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
This bitch ain't nothin' but a filthy slut that's why I
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
So you ho's, you should know what's up
When you see me, you know it's time to fuck
Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
Your girl a ex dust junkie but a butt dunkey
Keepin' it just funky, she a slut monkey
Yeah, true blue, who knew, you knew
Fucked her in the ass, started to leak yo, hoo
Woo, ooh, started to cry, I said boo, ho
Calm down boo, boo
You an animal, yeah, from the zoo crew
Want me to stop, nah killa, do you
Brought my niggas in the room, ran a choo, choo
All of a sudden the bitch said sow, woo
Looked at her like ma you delirious
Said nah Cam, just caught my period
Know what I'm thinkin', machete season
Smack blood out her, nah she already bleedin'
Now sittin' in, with nothin' on
So I jerked off, left her nutted on
This nigga ain't shit if he ain't got no chips
That's why I fuck niggas, all I do is fuck niggas
If he can't eat the pussy, I ain't suckin' shit
That's why I fuck niggas, all I do is fuck niggas
So you main niggas, you should know what's up
Every time you sleep with me, you be tryin' to fuck
Fuck niggas, all I do is fuck niggas

Hello
Yo Kam
Yo mom whatsup whats goin on
Yo I cant meet you later yo
What Happened?
Yo he stalkin me
He in yo face like dat
Like dat yo hold on
Yo Im talkin to June Allright
Damn he in yo face like dat
Just like dat
Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later
Alright Alright
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
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
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
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
Cam Im pregnant
So Whatchu tellin me for
Oh u can Lay down and make a baby
But u cant take care of one

Move 'em in, move 'em out
Trapped in shoot it out
Bone a whore
Corner store
Want it raw
On the floor
Tie 'em up, lie 'em down
Fuck yall niggas crying now
Killer Cam
Side town
Fuck yall niggas ridin' round
Creep wit da toast
Keep it close
Never know when you'll see da gross
From my yaht you'll see coast
From my block you'll see toast
Love da way I grab dat cash
Now I laugh
You love the way I smack dat ass
Backflash
You'll sniff foul powder
Over clam chowder
Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
While we listenin' to wild salsa
La la bomba
Come through in the Hummer
La la bomba
Face down ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
After that pucker up
Babygirl we like to suck
Sucker what
Never duck
That's not what my hoods about
Hood without a doubt
So bitch put it in your mouth
Where da fuck you at
Bust your gat
Where da fuck you at
Do yall niggas sell crack
Where da fuck you at
Got a fat stack
Where da fuck you at
Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? Bitch betta have my money
Where da fuck you at
Aiyo
I spit spit flow flow
Get get doe doe
Switch switch yo yo
Sick sick fo-four
Swing swing click click
Drug game big brick
Swing swing big dick
Pretty thing thick chick
cock cock nice nice
shot shot twice twice
Now I gotta slice slice
Rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold
Bitches wanna Volvo
Woo shit was wo wo
Now we got dat cocoa
Tram tram palm palm
Chicks call it swanton
Of course we all suit
And we all cute
Yo Queet call Kose
Bitch over here frotin'
Yo I want they're jaw loose
We got more troops
Get you hauled off juice
Stop frontin' yo
You ain't sawed off proof
Whips whips cost cost
Six six floss floss
Big big boss boss
Get get lost lost
Aiyo I need da type of girl
That's in love wit her cash
Get knocked together
Look at each other and laugh
Get a key
She like cut it in half
Get a in beef
She like da fuck is my bag
Take cover and laugh
Real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies
Smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
Bitch caught him in da Rover
Scared 'em aired 'em
Kiete la voka
Goin' to da gun range
Her hobby is rape
Girls lookin' at her jewels
Like they gotta be fake
Plus a brand new jeep
Leather brand new seats
Wit da dishes real deep
Nah, Cam too cheap
Yall can't flow wit dat
Bang it out throw it back
Ain't no here we go wit dat
Grabbin' on here lower back
Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
Uh uh uh

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
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
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

Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass
What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars
What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L
Uhh, uhh
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
Stop comin to my crib with your period
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
but do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
Listen you would too, if you knew
what this game would do to you
Been in this shit, two years Boo
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you know who (who?)
But I got max gats
Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww)
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
Ludacris and a couple a girls
You find a brotha runnin up in the girls
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls
Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls
I get late - think I'm up with the girls?
Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party
Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body
What means the world to me?
A little head preferably, so I express this verbally
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me
I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high
And it really mean the world to me
if I live my life, stay black and die
Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo
What mean the world to me?
Gettin money fuckin girls for free
On the corner hustlin from twelve to three
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh
Bottle up, it'll sell for three
Two for five, sound well to me
My coke so good have them fiends outside
on line from twelve to three (uh-huh)
And everything'll stop in the winter
when I cop in the winter
Come to your block in a drop in the winter
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh
Post on your block with the glock (?? ??)
What mean the world to you?
Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
What mean the world to you?
My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!)
What mean the world to you?
Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!)
What mean the world to you?
Ladies? (HO!)
Fellas (OW!)
(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!)
Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp?
My paper, steak and shrimp
My bitches on the track
For they daddy, bringin it back
Pussy is still the best thing going
I got a hoe like Jesse Owens
I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin
Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n
Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh
Platinum with the twenty inches
Instrument to get the bitches
Comin down, prancin 'round
Gettin my dick sucked in every town
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
Rippin wood, in the Brougham
Bitch I got some game to sell
and only money make my dick swell
Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones
Man, now what mean the world to me?
Well, to me man, the world is mean
Cause a - mean world is the only world
that a mean man like me just care for seein
Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak
The average Bun B Texas loc'
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
Bless the scene, look for the dyke
I get a letter and know that we better
Hit the hotel, do what I like
What's that? Find a fresh one take it in
Strip it, flip it, break it in
My pimp game is rock solid
There's no way for you to bring fakin in
Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy
Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts
And when they go off they make a lotta noise
And I can't think of no prouder joys
than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter
Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer
With the diamond bangles
like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle
And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation
And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin
When it comes to the figures
I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz
With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion
the Bentley and the keys to the boat
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat
I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle
What means the world to me?
Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
What mean the world to Pimp?
Marble floors, platinum beds
What means the world to you?
Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread
What means the world to you?
Ladies? (HO!)

I aint got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to live for
Man fuck all that
I'm sayin, you live for me then
Fuck that shit
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never that
It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, 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 could relate
And the beef up the hill, is real gettin live
Still sittin by, still gettin high
And I don't hold my tongue
I was wrong enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with intoxication
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
But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why I'ma give it up
The Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what?
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..
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for college
So that mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate 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
In 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 relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis
But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish
Least I wasn't caged in a clinic
In there, 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 order the pies, you sort of a lie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's goin blind
Tell me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what
What do I have to live for...

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 ain''t 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
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
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
I''m 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

More Than 10 Birds I'll Serve It To Em,
Broke Niggas Huh I'm Allergic To Em,
Like Aaliyah Listen I'm 1 In A Million,
Elevator In The House You Ain't Got 1 In Yah Buildin,
He Walkin Up 5 Flights, Nope Could'ntBe My Life,
Used To Be Then It Got Side Swiped,
*Hum Sports Center Theme* Highlights,
Hit The HighWay Hard Like A Prize Fight,
Dope Tan, Oh Man, Yeah And The Pies White,
A-K Face Lift That's The Basics,
The Bake Stick, Taste It, No Need To Bake It,
The Bracelet Look Down Matchin The A-6,
Hey Prick, Say It, I'm Yo Favorite,
Coup Deville, Stupider Yup And The Swade Thick,
New York Post I'm Ussually On Page 6,
Not The Lottery But You Gone Take 6,
I See Yah Girl And I Wave Like Hey Bitch,
They Say I'm Sorta Crazy, I Don't Kno,
Maybe It's Somethin In The Water Baby,
Chea chea chea chea it's Killa Season, scrilla is still the reason,
Chea chea chea chea it's Killa Season, scrilla is still the reason
Yo We Beat the First Trial, Fuck The Appeal,
If Not It Get Ugly Like Seal,
Niggas Try To Front On Me, Like Mah Won't Duffle Me,
But I'm By Myself My Motha Said No Company,
So I Got The Pump On Me, Comfortably, Hunger Please,
Fuck That, A Hundroud Thou In The Dungarees,
Niggas Hate Life, I Love The World,
Got Hood Bitches Down To CoverGirls,
Check The Magazine I'm On The Cover Girl,
Make Yah Mom Mad Girl Say Brotha Hurl,
Yeah Throw Up, Then I Look At Them Like Grow Up,
Check The Jewlery It's A Bit Risky,
R Kelly Addition Yeah The Shit Pissy,
Yeah I Get Busy This How Busy Get,
9, Tecs, Macs With The 50 Clip,
Chea chea chea chea it's Killa Season, scrilla is still the reason,
Chea chea chea chea it's Killa Season, scrilla is still the reason
Yo When It Comes To Beef, I'm Effortless,
Get Yah TrenchCoat, It's Trechorous,
Remember This, I'm One That You Never Diss,
The Proffesional Slash Terrorist,
Write Yah Name Down Put It On A Special List,
When It Comes To Murder We Specialist,
I Been In It So Long, They Had To Hate It,
When I Say Necklace Decapitate It,
Coke To Coffee Yeah Decafinated,
How You Get Money And He Aggravated,
Niggas Fascinated To Girls Masturbated,
Pulled The Whip Out, Left Em Lacirated
Chea chea chea chea it's Killa Season, scrilla is still the reason,

(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend i'll change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right.
Some girls says Im the cutest others says im the rudest, meditate like a budist expose em like a nudist,
Im jesus they judas, my diamonds the bluest, got the answers they clueless, ashanti foolish.
Im with a stewardess, mami say a flight attendent, called her a stupid bitch, sorry nah I might have ment it.
See Im the type that ment it, 4 mill I might have spend it, but I got it back right back yeah yeah my life is splendid.
Me and mami drinking drinking till the point she earl, Im about too swearl the world world wanna join me .
The clothes from Italy, the coke from Sicily, im talking littarly, c'mon now stop kidding me.
I dont kid at all, I get it all, get reed of it all, come and stay with me, where I live? the mall.
Back to bank, the dealer shop, and the rim shop, u know him slim before Mims I've been hot!
(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend i'll change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right
Yo, Miami listining to Brisco, I get it cooking like crisco, from Chi town back to Frisco, my diamonds like a disco.
Mami what the hell u ride, u know what the hell I like a hood bitch, strecth marks, ?bdbs? cellulite.
Baby we need eachother, dont wanna meet your mother, my mouth is like the sewer yeah yeah I keep it gutter.
I sell hot peas and butter, dont wanna see you suffer, nigga like me wouldn't meet another, u clogged up I be your plummer.
sorta like drano. You know how the game go, different color cars our garage a rainbow, Im the leprecon, but I sell methadon, marijuan, heroin, ten year run marathon.
My hood like lebanon, but that is benetton, you up in sumin fly, i got my weapon on, we get our chefin on chefin on everyday, I got the cookie cutter, mami the pepper spray.
(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend i'll change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right
Uhh, lets gets this guacamole, u feelin hot then hold me, u had your guard up at first like a soccer golie.
If I got it, u get it, baby i get it u got it, lets hit the pacific, terrific Im feelin melotic.
Cus u lookin exotic, now u gettin erotic, like u straight from the tropics, wanna shoot it and cock it.
Not the blama baby girl im talkin sumin else, all she do is look and say cam u sumin else.
Listing love Iaint the one that get lovy dovy but you lookin good, u ever need a hobby lovely, u got too love me, shoots of bubble, get your mouth wet, u the outlet got to plug me!
(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend i'll change your life.

Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (Uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
Click the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me
Lookin like I'm nicotine
But it's all for the green like Listerine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano
Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma
Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama
Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna
And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna
Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom
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
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
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
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

Hello
Yo dis Cam'ron
Yo who dis
Yo what the blood-clot u mean who dis, yo bregerin word roun here is ya fuck de pum pum star
yo pum pum
what do u mean thats my pum pum dats my gyal ya dig out her stomac star u betta watch your self star massive ne play games
whats your pum pum dog
yo bregerin me naw go tell u again star dat a my pussy u fe leave, yo u betta watch u self, self
who da fuck is you talkin bout dog, what are you talkin' 'bout now
bregerin word roun ye se is ya mingle with mi ting star me na take dem type of tings star strait up and down bregerin
yo kiss my ass blood-clot
alright bregerin watch when I kick it star
nuf tings a gwan
get off da bitch dick fuck da bitch man she on my dick anyway why you callin me about a girl dats on my dick rasta
yo bregerin rude boy shotas ne play with dem queens star
wait, wait, wait rude boy shotas u done see shotas n u done call me with dis Jamacian shit get the fuck out of here man
well den fuck off boy
watch when u fuck up boy tings a pop your dis respectin massive me na take dat lightly

Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at this 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 lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She wan't 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 wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy 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 weezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas 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 for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
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, Benitas, 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 alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos 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)
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)
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)

Yo I, drive on the parkway, park in the drive way
I had a hard day, I'm on my parkay
I said I thought a brother nothin' like park aye
No I'm not rico but I'm definitely suave
Aye, so parlay, I'll let the pigeons know
I fuck 'em top speed, not need pigeon toed
I leave 'em bow legged, tell her relax dear
Louie buggin', louie luggage, I'm leavin' don't aks where
I had the 2011 things last year
Side colleges, gynecologist, here's a pap smear
Is that clear? I'm feelin' bad as ever
Honey LV purse, eww, Patten leather
I'll have her like, hmm, she make me say, mah
I'll have her like, ooh, then I make her say, ah
Never mind the phony, you lookin' kinda lonely
I want to be ginuwine, can I grind that pony?
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, boy
Could life my life, boy
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, girl
Could life my life, girl
Yo, hey yo, I play with a rough stay, I sold enough ye'
I'll never stop eatin' all this game is like a buffet
I must say, I get the dust moved
Cock blocks, chopped rocs, yeah, call it crush groves
You wouldn't do diddly, digga, my delivery
Is better than a mail man, you never seen misery
Seriously, on the other hand visibly
You might know my neighbor Walt
Walt who? Disseney?
Disseney? Yeah, Disseney
Coke, cakes, pot pies
No chicken in it [Incomprehensible]
Old ladies gyza, they get up early doggie
You see what happen to daddy boys?
Yeah, you was tryin' to cake it, you got your mom's evicted
Now everybody lookin' at you
They mad at you 'cause you went and took the drama route
Llama out and you had the work up in your mama's house
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, boy
Could life my life, boy
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, girl
Could life my life, girl
Yo I, I hit the dealer, then the dealer hit the stoope
Then I hit the dealer, leave the dealer with a coupe
Pick up mami, she said, "You wanna hear the truth?"
This car is hot cam but where's the roof?
I said ma, there's no top, I do this
She said, "Oh, you like easy-e, roofless"
I said true this, four rings, who this?
Smooth rick, tooth chip, a nigga need a few bricks
Drop shawty off, so I can show 'em some
He cop four, so you know I had to throw her one
'Cause my teammate green off the payroll
We turned yayo, to fettuccini alfredo
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, boy
Could life my life, boy
Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, girl
Could life my life, girl

Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up
Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown)
Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?)
Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?)
All my niggaz got M-16's kid
And all we do is watch MTV Cribs
Learn not to in fury the victim
Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA)
Stop frontin', you was never a menace
Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business
Business is business, money is money
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes
Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
All they say "That nigga's a mess"
You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch)
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love
They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em on, let me live my life
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police
Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point
And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog
Let me live my life
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it
Know when I get out they gon feel it

Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 2001
2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom
Couple weeks prior to Ja
Must've been the year of
Murderous killas
Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla
O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn
Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition
Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen
Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision
I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin'
But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'
That was a given, Rock the hood
Pop the hood - Gats in the engine
Clap up your women, accurate vision
Black, I'm just livin'
I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit)
This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'
Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin
Cuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths run
But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns
Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch
I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'Ron
Cause I kept the -
Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot
But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute
To stand on the stoop (What I look like?)
My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot
We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes
Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin
It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten
From the - night to the days, my triflin ways
I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)
You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably
You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies
Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride
To the top of the mountain
Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'
Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?)
Afford all the best, ??
Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset)
I know you niggaz hate it
How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated

Baby (What up ma)
It young 60 minutes
A.k.a 1 hour (It's me)
A.k.a s.k a.k. gunpowder (with the handguns)
50 bullets a.k.a one shower (one shower)
I walk in nike town (nike town)
I tell em wipe me down (wipe me down)
But the fumbled gun (gun)
Yes it's summer hun
Somebody call chuck and flav (Why)
I'm P.E. number 1 (number 1)
Did the s 1 w, proffesor Griff
Let it slide, nope
I'm at home (never) plate with the catcher's mitt
There go Cam braggin (braggin)
Nana mad (Why) cause my pants saggin
All she said is
Uhm you'se a hot mess uhm
I tell her eyeball
Baby look at my walls (plaques)
Shop on the ground
I get it out the skymall (G-fizzle)
It's young cnn, nbc, cbs, (what else)
Tnt, hbo, showtime, cbs (paparazzi)
See the borought G5
Yes sir G.P.S. (that's why I land)
One diamond, 100 carats yes sir v.b.s.
When I got dressed
Rather when I got fresh
Pants sag, gun on nana said
You'se a hot mess
You'se a hot mess (I'm a hot mess)
Uhm, you'se a hot mess (you actin like I'm the only one with 50 thousand in they socks)
Uhm, you'se a hot mess boy
You'se a hot mess
I'm the only to do that
Ya'll are my clones
Fresh whips
Fly homes (I insist nigga)
Careful where you drive home
You walked into a cyclone
Over them dry stones
Fiends slept in front of my crib for 2 days straight
Like I had the iPhone (like I work for apple)
Pies on, I will bet some pies on
2 foreign 6 train
The only thing theyll ride on (the only thing nigga)
Ask them why play with my pay
I pitch china in boston
Like daiske, that white yay
And all this carot cake is enough to irritate
But I'm so fly high
Fuck around and where a cape (fly off)
And pardon if you in the garden
Just beware of bait (bait)
They starvin, niggas eating
Nope they want to share they steak (not at all)
You'll find them out of state
Near a lake, some billy bait (on side of a road)
Gettin ate by apes, deers
Business snakes (so)
So I tuck the llama
Be enough with drama
I see a nice slut
Big butt went to touch her honour (yell bitch)
I let her touch the ghanja (smoke this)
I could be your sponsor
I got one mother right
But I can have another mama (damn)
Did I pop yes, hit it hard
I got dressed
And all the bitch said killa
You'se a hot mess
When I got dressed
Rather when I got fresh
Pants sag, gun on nana said
You'se a hot mess
You'se a hot mess (I ain't know that was your baby mama though)
Uhm, you'se a hot mess
Uhm, you'se a hot mess boy(you love her, I'm just fuckin her)
You'se a hot mess (that's his business)
You'se a hot mess
You'se a hot mess
You'se a hot mess boy
You'se a hot mess
You'se a hot mess
Uhm you'se a hot mess uhm
You'se a hot mess boy

29-5 live, the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy, the courts are living
Of course I'm living, bought some linen
Take a courts on winning, forts of women
Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven
Change the Range to Thursdays, put that away
Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays
Sunday's Piscataway, 8 ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan, it's fast away
By the way, what's up, dawg? Who's hardest?
Probation over, yeah, I'ma catch some new charges
Crime the fricassee recipe, mess with me
40th my pedigree, Big L regale
R.I.P. to hand me legs, some name stamp he said
Saying my dear you, tomorrow your families dead
You a fag, fairy, no homo, that's scary
Don't mean a e-mail or phone when I say Blackberry
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits
Play no way to stop it and my engine 80 rockets
No Yao Ming, no T-Mac
Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks
Wanna place a bet? Please match or breeze back
Offensive coordinator hater, I read traps
These niggas need naps, they bitches got weave naps
Believe that, fuck with my a seeds and you'll get seized, snatched
Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps
Believe that, fill your tweets, beat your raps
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
Damn Cam, you did it to consumers
White and red boomers, blue and red Laguna's
Dead all the rumors, all these rappers are my juniors
Ma, you can't swim, well come follow the tuna
Full moon, we got girls to moon us
No cuddling ma, you won't spoon us
Don't spit game, just sell Rick James
Baby boy, my nick name is Switch Lanes
Slash stick change, Slash get brain
Slash that nigga, Slash make it rain
Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's
Know what's in the dungaree's a hundred G's
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried

Trumpets Please
I Wanna Welcome Everybody To...
Killa Season
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
They tried to play us (WHAT?!)
But they can't fade us (WHAT?!)
A bunch of haters (WHAT?!)
But we the greatest (WHAT?!)
That mighty dip....(WHAT?!)
The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!)
Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
You know I'm strapped for the drama
Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama
Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna
Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at
A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I)
They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at!
Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST!
Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this
Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po
Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe
Juelz he fuck with the cocoa
Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no....
HO HO HO HO HO....IT"S DIIIPSET!!!
OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!)
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Flashin bras (WHAT?!)
The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!)
Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!)
CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!)
GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS!
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Yall really wanna get this started?
We all can act retarded
Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!)
Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas
Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve
Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease!
You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn)
Through ya Dungarees
Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir
Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch)
Beat it, ain't no losers here
Ma tryna move up here
Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear
And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock*
Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not!
And my game so tight
And my aim so right
In a Range all white
Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!)
But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE
But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!

Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain
Jim jones, santana, freaky
Lets go! what they want sing
Girls just wanna have fun
(oh girls)
Girls just wanna have fun
(girls juss wanna have)
Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass
Call J.R. get a fun pass
Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker
Cause she cum fast than skeet skeet nigger
We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder
Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her
P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her
So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, if rap was head
She could be twista
Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley
Up in white lotus dog you might notice
That you type bogus me I'm quite focus
And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus
Godamn we stuck like stuck-o
Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh)
Man see what the fighting do thats why I'm pipng boo
Aint even liking you, I'm exciting true
Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune
And a rightous view, from night to noon, day, he play
Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller!
Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker)
Upset cause what she was showin, awww man yo you aint even knowin
Ask question if youre a hoe and
Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin)
Where you goin, I'm flowin, she blowin, sky high like a boeing
Got pies like it snowin
Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours
Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you)
I'm parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, Honey sip sizzurp hurl of course
And you know I'm in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters
And i haul em in to the hiltons mister
I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her)
You helped her, you kissed her

Been had to get forget, lived in the sickest pad
Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab
School of the hard knocks, I on the vicious ave
Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass
Ask me who you loving, Cam, you been bugging
Must have lost your mind, you fought Lucien's cousin
And St. Mark's, yeah, big LE watch
My nigga red squashed it, forget that topic
40th, down the block danger zone
Up the ave forty wall, hope y'all niggas bring you chrome
What you saying homes? Cops, they raiding homes
Activator juice, yes, to spray your dome
From a tiny dude, developed grimey dude
Stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food
I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude
Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q
Plus its savage, cop car crash your door
Further more heard the boy 'em at the sack amore
Boy yes, overseas, more sex
4 jets, corvettes and I ain't done a tour yet
'Cause I'm moving bricks, yes, they serve in fours
Signing off dipset boss, truly yours
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all
We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it
We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all
We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it
We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it
My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest
Feel it in the air, yeah, Siegel said it best
It's a legal mess, needles need to death
Blame the government until then I need to chef
Turn right, lead left, street games scrams
Call the cops, oc, like we need a ref
You can't cheat a chef, I can see your chest
No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breaths
He need a rest, how he gon' be the best?
Like I guess a couple slugs he need to catch
See the sketch, you lassie
The gun is Frisbee proceed to fetch
Side up the hoopty, spray up the Sentra
Be sixty years before I'm layed up in benter
Sprayed up her denture, your girl
Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental
Some days in December, some days I remember
A boy, Sugar Ray wanna play the contender
Just say I got a temper
And my temperature is off the thermometer
Korean New Year to Hanukah, I'm bombing ya
Put you to sleep for good pajama, ya
Wrangle you in ya He-Man pajamas
Wrap you up in your Pac Man sheets
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all
We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it
We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all
We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all
We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it
We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it

Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma
He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
Thats why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)
No one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo
Your own album here we go
Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniatics our life styles compatible
Magical
Pops gone, shit tragical
Moms on mission
My house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabatical
Its not irrational
I grew up radical
And you all are shook
I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B; niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again

I need a freak
I need a freak
Girl I need a freak
I'm the one who is the low-key Don
dick stay hard, call me Pokemon
'cause I'm the one they call Cutie pie
I'm the one with the Gucci tie
I'm the one with the brand new Benz, droopy eye
thats the one they said "I knew he'd buy"
I'm the one who be fly
I'm the one that hit it from the back, dookie pie
oh, you ain't gon' sue me right?
whats that there? your coochie (aye!)
I'm the one to play it off
I'm hard already girl, make it soft
Sisqo wants to see your thong, I wanna see you take it off
or I'll pull it to the side, break it off
right to left, up and down, front to back
turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back.
I need a freak
I want a freak
thats what I need tonight
at every club I like a freak
I need a freak
I need a nasty girl, girl I need a freak
I met this one girl smokin' a blunt
I went to her house, she starts to front
nah, I gotta potty, why you teasin'?
pulled out my dick, why you cheesin'?
then while I hit it, why you wheezin'?
hold up girl, why you sneezin'?
pull out my dick, why you bleedin'?
when I get my clothes, "why you leavin'?"
but Ma had chrome to play wit'
shoes by Joan and David
when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it
"Ooh, I taste it"
"Ooh, my favorite"
that girl had me out my thug
I liked her alot but her mouth I loved
right to left, up and down, front to back
turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back.
Females, go 'head, act surprised
ya'll like sex more than guys
pop the question, they get silly
you got your period? "umm, not really"
whats that mean to be polite?
"It's the last day and it's real light"
yeah right, you leak leaky
call me next week, I'm not that freaky
some girls come for a dance
see that fat ass all in a stance
all I do is a touch or a glance

Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and let ya'll bug me
Cause I met a dime and the girl is lovely
And though we in love she ain't all luvy-duvy
Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me
Don't worry if my babygirl trust me
I don't do nothing for her to bust me
I would love her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty
and arms were musty
Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me
And ain't nobody hittin that--just me
If I cheat I know that she will bust me, crush me
Cause she know how many girls lust me
Back in the day they wouldn't even touch me
Now they say they don't want nobody but me
To tell the truth
Them girls just disgust me
Cause I already found the one that love me
It's all good
Lovin somebody
As long as somebody loves you back
Mess with her?
I ain't have to
But player I was glad to
Brownskin dove
But her love won't pass you
Promised her a ring
Along with a shine
Never stressin my rhyme
All she wanted is time
Where she find me at
Cause I'm a grimy cat
Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at
And you know the game a nigga got, I told her yo
I don't always have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot
You don't believe me
Then pick a spot
But remember, I lick alot
Ayyo she likes to trick alot
Cause she got a bigga knot
Loves to see her nigga hot
Worries if I'm jigged or not
And her stuff--hot and divine
And the things she coppes--top of the line
Baby is hot and divine
Always poppin some wine
And then she told me
Cam, I got a rock on my mind
It feels good when you love em'
And they lovin you back
Go tit for tat
Never scratch your back
Matter of fact she touches and grabs
Not to lust you bad
Just to get you mad
When we alone she screams and moans
She don't front on me
Cause she don't want to be alone
Come on
Everybody needs somebody
Spanish girls screamin out
Ay Papi!
Take her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we lace her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we ski her out
Ski her out
Then we eat her out
Eat her out
Come on, where your man at?
Where's your plans at?
You ain't go away this year
Where your tan at?
Cause me and ma just came from the tropics
Wit her legs cocked

Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Like it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma leave 'em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter
Bring 'em to me
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it's back to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' clips
You better let 'em know
I got girls that'll buy my a quarter
Supply me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim'll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta'll a fly
I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or alive
Dip Set BOOM
Bring 'em Dead or Alive

Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had espestoes
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck the DT's
Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
Money, brown bag, extortion
Caution, where there's tragedy often
Relax in a coffin
And the bitch know I'm serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
So come home wit me
Where the girls wanna come home wit me
They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
I'm the first one wit hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
AWWWWW SHUCKS!
Yo come home wit me
To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
That's come to me
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads
They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'
Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing
Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine
Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
Come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food
Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
Phonies off, rentings backed up
Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
Hit the streets gats up
Clap up, and get they money back up
Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
So don't get trapped in it
Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
Leave me alone
So early I was free to just rome
Wit 7 keys to the home
11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
Fiends come coppin' the raw
Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
There's some locks on the door
Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
School, cutting it early
Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
Come on home wit me, these are the facts
Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
And shit he still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
Dip set come home wit me
Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!

ft. Vado
Let me apologize in advance
I’m sorry for this shit I’ll be talking
I just can’t seem to make it wrong now
So I leave that to the professionals
I’ve been trying to chill
But can’t tell me to stop this shit
Gangster, gangster
You know, what can I do
Sounds like you warming back up nigger
You ain’t V12
You know what time it is baby
Let’s go
Yo’ll was hopping I’d fall but I’m still rolling the ball
Fire me up in Harlem baby yeah I don’t need hole in the wall
Maybe shooting dice that and sniffing coke
Couple of cats dealing cards cracking still bitches smoke
Niggers playing chess place aside that shit I don’t gamble
Only on me I bet
I’m still gambling credit scams Africans and the B&H;’s backing nigger’s
hostelling
Why no staggering officer is and always with his badge still badgering
blocks still battling
Feds ain’t fear caught tiny bump trafficking got him on his feet the they
put him on his back again
And imagine it I’m fortunate about dope passionate so I move immaculate
cause I like extravagance
Chandeliers caviar call me arrogant moving like Pinot noir you know I’m not
having it
My flow dirty my feet clean
My dope dirty my brick clean
She’s so dirty but this bitch means
She call me prime time Vanessa sixteen
Soon as I touch down wife’s start dancing
Kill to me more sports I’m Dion Sanders
Must be the money while I’m fronting and pose for the cameras
Pretty women doing blow see me with the hammer
Blame me talk shit I move corporate
Flee show me the way that’s why I’m calling you Morpheus
White bottles at your wake leave the sauciness
Panoramic roof Panamera be the Porsche in it
Get your chrome hit the road around six a clock
In the morning still the only way to pick the drop
Put the nozzle on his toe when I make a shot

What up boy, boy?
Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
What's poppin' boy, boy?
A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
'Sup Smitty?
This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy
Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos
Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'all die later
Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to lot, another boogie
From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the player
Got the rock? Pass that player
I'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said "Cam'ron, please stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, relax a player
Cause all these hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are hard
And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
"Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't really know
Then take all her money; you don't feel me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy

[Chorus]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Nope I aint talking bout her pussy walls
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
[Verse 1]
Yo I be lying, denying that theres a pimp in me
But I apologize sorry you have my sympathy
When I hit that spot why you aint tell me nothing
I swear to god yo, I thought it was your belly button
Nope, it was the bottom of your pussy hole
Her legs was shaking like she's trying to do the tootsie roll
We make the sweetest merger, should I keep or curve her
The sex agreed its murder, plus she's a squirter
Yeah baby girl drenched the bed
Sprinkler system, right on my expensive spread
But she made it up, gave me extensive head
Intensive, mention her man it don't make sense he's dead
Plus I like her cuz mami made me say mama mia
Plus she PYP, right Condoleezza
I george bushed her what she don't know what ima teach her
Im her teacher she's a libra, leave her nope ima keep her
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now I aint seen her in two weeks, that's the wire
Now she sending threats saying that my ass a liar
When she see me she gon set my ass on fire
Came out the crib, got damn she slashed the tires
Keep it up ma, I'll call your mother
She said I already did, why don't you call my brother
And tell him what "you hit the bottom of my pussy ho"
And you is a bitch nigga, faggot ass, pussy ho
I said your brother don't want to know how his sister is
And with that same mouth you go home and kiss your kids
But lets shift gears its maybe you, its maybe me
Maybe buts whats wrong, then baby said don't baby me
Oh don't baby you, you acting shady boo
That aint the way we do shit, im on my way to you
And you gotta love it, when I got there she start to touch it
And the pussy hole I hit the bottom of it