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(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana C'mon. Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Everywhere jeah, jeah Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah) What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah! [Hook] I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye! We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here Jeah jeah jeah jeah! [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye) I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin movin movin (jeah) Y'all losin losin losin (aye) [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo I chill though, pippin in the Range All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you [Hook] |
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| 3. |
| 2:37 |
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[Cam'ron]
Uh huh, Killa, They never said we couldn't get down It's like I'm psychic and shit I called this shit about 5 years ago Dipset all day everyday man Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky be home 07, (uh), let's go Remember, I'm a man of respect, remember, Remember, Santana was next, Now it's not teks, it's checks, and vans he collects, I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man, Word to my grandma, he one bad MamaJamma, damn, So I don't write for the stardom, I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I been through it headed right for the bottle, DC, nah, would'a been a sniper in Harlem, That's why I throw some dough, to my cody from Kostovo, Help me get on Overflow, no one supposed to know, But she lay me up, like the Priminister, Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Hine vinegar, That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her, When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers, Money missin', oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers, Slit some wrists, that's when they said 'Oh shit, he's not a singer', Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert, This pistol, I squeeze it, Missles if needed, KILLA, Remember, I'ma spend my cake, Remember, Jim, we gettin' outta 5H, Now, chefs a' fry us steaks, It's a higher stake Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake, And we from BBO, now you a CEO, Direct the VEO, your own album, here we go, That's my man, anytime I holla, holla wit' me, We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar fifty, Budget 7 dollars, nickel bag and white owl, I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child, We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls, Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible, Magical, pop's gone, shit's tragical, Mum's omission, my house is where the addicts chill, I'm like the teacher, I need me a sabbatical, It's not irrational, I grew up radical, And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks, Fuck you R'n'B niggas, Zeek sing all the hooks, Tito and Bray, Yes yes, come again, They came sun or rain, When I had that stomach pain, Uh |
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| 1:15 |
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Hi, im mizzle Former herion addict Coke head Crack fiend Man if killa had it , i tried it If i itch he scratch, yo no homo man But im part of the diplomats now Yea u kno the byrd gang Dip set bitch So id like to welcome you to purple haze the album Yea my man killa's a mother fucker I mean, he brings out the best in u If u rap, u better spit that shit N u better sell that shit too If u steal, dont rob a store Rob the stash house "george its 200 bricks in there stupid" Ha thats wat he told george man Wut up o yea If u sellin nickels n dimes Then ure nickel n dimin Get some weight on u like that fat bitch delaresse I i still dont kno wat that means man but But i do kno wat this means U get high, get high all the way U sniff coke, fuck it, smoke crack Dont stop there, if u smoke crack, shoot dope If u shoot dope, sniff meth He had all that shit rite there fer sale man Funny mother fucker |
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| 4:02 |
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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 [Bridge] 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 Killa! Dipset Bitch! |
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| 4:09 |
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[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
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) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders premeditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki 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 [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] 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) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me Air 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy (on fire) fox 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 flick 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 Ow [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face you're 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 bacon to bake Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking a way Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes 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 the dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa [Hook] [Cam'Ron talking] 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 Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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| 8. |
| 3:41 |
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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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips [Chorus] |
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| 3:28 |
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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 jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski 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, rap as fast 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 im 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 im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high 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, aw 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, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing 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) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im 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 You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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| 4:10 |
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(Chorus)
If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat) Killa! Uh! This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it, let me tell you! (Verse 1) Yo my mommy Toy Was my pride and joy She would drive the toys Plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Kroy Yes a 9 in boys Wore a 5 in boys Over the chick shit I shoot 5 wit Roy Now I load the fo' five Shoot 5 at Roy Ain't like my job All guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy But Im the livest Doy (echo doy) A Hustler and Cam famous? You damn anus I dunno but I can't change it Can't paint it Pop it, champagne it Stop it, car drop it, it look dull Damn paint it She would throw a pout How I'm showin' out How I'm out goin' But dont be goin' out It's things to know about When you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route Baby girl, close your mouth Cuz I feed you well Every sneaker, hell You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle Car laga fell Acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell And the bar stop at hell 'Wrong wit chu? She said whats wrong with chu? Always got a song to do Can't get along its true So I skipped marriage Bought her six carrats Rather die that nigga Than to live average (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wann ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron) Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it! Yo! Yo! Uh! Lookin' back on school Arts and crafts Fuck half the staff Beat up half the class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga wit an attitude Meet me after math Had her half and half Not a drink 2 chicks def lit acid fast To half a tab You could ask her ass I would dash and laugh You after me? Huh, Im after cash Im on I-80 Though with my baby Whole ride hazy Tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you Look in the sky baby Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith You the pie lady Fly lady G2 Fly baby gee you Wild baby Please boo whats your size crazy? Don Wonin' When I'm in the foreign Almond drop top My charm is alarmin' I was alertin' her Just to re-insert in her That I would leave Earth wit her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over Im mercin' her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I. But this is B.I. Bia Me and G.I. Be watched by the P.I.'s See why we can't finish together I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real! (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride (to fade out) |
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| 3:52 |
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(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
[verse 1] 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. [chorus] 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 [verse 2] 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 [chorus] [verse 3] 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 dipset, dipset [chorus] |
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| 4:30 |
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| 0:46 |
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This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here |
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| 3:27 |
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[Cam'Ron]
how I get robbed in cali I be with cali thugs got mobbed in cali yeah that cali love come chatter mouth have my bling black is out stick me what thatt about I was the only rapper out Beverly Foxhill Roscos swap meet Slausson Crenshaw Compton we not sweet like I'm chump change jimmy with his gun game I'm fun aim lax gun range white load the felly fell holla at the kid proper if somethin happen skip rappin the'll be big choppas ghetto byrd word cause I keep the big choppas no disrespect niggaz killed big poppa the williams sista ro9meo from steve harvey got the drop get the drop no please sorry got weed on me no need gaurd me I'm what you need probly we teach robbery [Chorus: Jim Jones] we ride in that east side please roll up my weed high we ride in west side the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty south side midwest uptop when we outside but we ride in that eastside so please roll up my weed high [Jim Jones] my momma allways told me aim for the sky so I came out aimin bangin at guys it was mainly slangin kane by the pies and the fiends was payin for dangerous high o b and amonia we mix it down no sleep on the corner the pitch mound and police when the saw us they frisk us down we all hate marajuwana and coke now so tell bloomberg its a rezy take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy fuck the phone getthe word by mouth when the winter roll around no byrds fly south fuck the cops got hella folks in prison hand over the option but the cell codes still livin [Chorus] [Cam'ron] dope man smoke man o's float the boat no coke for sold man though tan wo man sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla) watch the kid from 140 bake they say shorty straight 48 grams turn 4 to 48 all I do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler) I still bubble o's still double o's still double my double down in the double o big pimp in the caddy akron spingfield cleveland cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it I'm strangly ganged Like 'Pac I'm +Gang Related+ (holla) [Chorus] |
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| 4:18 |
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[Verse 1]
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 aint the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp Oka-ka-kay, you ga-ga-gay I'll suflet ya toupee, and bottles be a bouqet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That 45 trey duce spade spray you stayed Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years the spain had to time share Back to time square, I got dimes here By the port authority, but I got more authority Your girl she order more E, check she forge it for me Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me [Chorus - Nicole Wray (Cam'Ron)] We in a 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, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) [Verse 2] From the back of the cop ride, the black on black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed From whippin the bacon rolls, to outside whippin the bacon rolls Sanai Lathan knows, i'm rakin but makin dough Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin the pocono's I'm talkin to Aspen's the slopes we go You get the okie doke, play me baby i hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinnochio Fuckin Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fooshsnickens And I don't trust a ho, That's mother to baby mother Motherfucker 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 your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, dipset, family ties [Chorus] [Verse 3] You see me in that lavendar tank, you rather just faint I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavendar paint, ride with the rappers Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra And i'm appauled, thinkin we ain't all comfortable Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker And who you sposed to be, get hung from the roseries Call me C.O.D. thats Coke and them Oser D Some O.D.B. off them Oser D I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me [Chorus] |
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| 4:39 |
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| 3:07 |
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[Verse 1]
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 buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel, naw Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work Put my 2 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 |
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| 3:29 |
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Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!) Shake, shake, shake (Uh!) Shake, shake, shake (uh!) (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, who wanna mess with me Or could with me Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam Trigger teams, click the beam Hit the fiend, give 'em lean Clickin like I'm Nicotine But its all for the green like Listerine Had to dis the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans I ain't Genuwine, ma my missions mean Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana Got the Crys and the ganja And its gettin her calmer, calm her Now she cryin she missin' her mama Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna As she twistin', I fond her As we sit in the sauna Guess its jus' my persona Got her kissin' the condom (Chorus) We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips (Bridge - Cam'Ron) Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin See your booty panties, ma shake something Shake something, shake something Shake-shake, shake shake something (Verse 2 - Cam'Ron) And I got some girls, bout five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick) But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick And your ass if fat and your head is right And your dough is good, we can smash tonight Right here in the car, ma, at the light If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?) Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite (Chorus) (Bridge) (Verse 3 - JR Writer) In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs A gun and some bud through the metal detector The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? I got apes and hounds, he just pace around And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more A VIP up between the bathroom stalls (Chorus) (Bridge) |
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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 (verse 1) 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 (verse 2) 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 (verse 3) 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 (Cam'ron speaking over fading beat) 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 Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man |
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| 3:48 |
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Killa
This that Harlem Music Right Here. This that Diddy Bop, Get ready for the winter music. That's what it is. Killa, Dip Set, <i>[Cam'Ron Verse]</i> Uh, Uh You know me dawg, i just wanna keep the peace But saying my name, that's only gonna lead to beef Tell my niggas chill, but they wanna heat the streets (Be Easy) Or do all the records, Check-it who spit beef to heat <i>[Juelz Santana Verse]</i> Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? Give me the Mac, let me welcome with that Tell ??Mr. Rogers?? I leave his brains on the trolley track Now prolly that <i>[Cam'Ron Verse]</i> Listen, ya'll Stop It (Stop) Know you appalled dotted But this my call by the force prophet, all profit (all profit) Harlem Hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope) But you hard, when you go in the lord's pocket. What you offering, put it, write an offer in They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin Look at the Porsche he's in (look at it) Then Give them portioning (To Who?) No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends Friends, but the sizzurp I'm drinking on Birds I'm thinking on Get your Kirk Franklin on Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on Just when you think it's wrong One blink, he's gone (damn) <i>[Chorus]</i> Father Forgive us We gon take him to church Father Forgive us And it's the truth it hurts Father Forgive us And that won't work No, No, No, No, No Way <i>[Cam'Ron 2nd verse]</i> Yo, you try to handle us Get on the air and damage us Screaming out Harlem (huh) like you ain't just a fan to us (Where you been at?) Well let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us Blink so mad, he went and beat up Canibus Zeke got shot then Zeke locked up (then) E got killed (what else?) B popped up But B hopped up and still broke out his chest On probation, Doe on house arrest (what up Doe) Right out the flesh Sit in a house and rest He don't pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh (Fresssh) Not that you care, just getting clear and think One glare and wink Everyone wearing pink I'm the reason that your two rings are clear (Yeh, What Else?) I'm the reason that your ear rings is square (Yeh, hear?) Now we take trips to casinos, to lovely homes You check on Lotti's mom, Minos, Honeycombs (Homes) You trying to fake it with cardem, pardon You gonna leave them naked like Tarzan <i>[Cam'ron Talking]</i> Kudo Love know that too. Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron 3rd verse]</i> Yo, Yo I kill diamonds, get with pearls I ain't trying kid the world I ain't got beef, when I do, I say ??Get 'Em Girls??br>Not a diss dawg (nope) we just heard the fronting (Heard It) Do Harlem a favor (What?) get a church or something (something) A rec center in the winter where the youth can play They don't even shoot the jay sell drugs, shoot and spray I'm knownbetter, still moving deuce a day Two, that's two keys, I still move the Yay (Yayo) Found a newer way My crew do and say Fist Fights to Shoot Outs, we won't move away <i>[Chorus behind Cam'Ron talking]</i> All my niggas that held it down the last half a decade. My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th. Black tone, White Tone, 142nd Rell Street. And 141st, Tito, My Jamaicans, My Belegians. 33 33 Polo grounds, St.Nick colonial Jurist. Lincoln, Tab, Forster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner. Wilson, East River, The 9, 145th St.Nick, 145th Broadway. Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan. 134th and 8th, Powerful what's really popping. Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head. The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy. A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggas in Harlem. Get your hustle on, Keep your muzzle strong. I know about the blocks you hustle on. |
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