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Cam'Ron] I'm not going to watch this go on any longer You put my food in the dark and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck I look like I'm not going to watch this go on any longer WHOOOOOOOOOOOO [Clue] we going to set this off [Cam] I'm on ya'll Harlem, who else is going to hold us down Bloodshed niggas lets get it right this time understand Killer Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies And I can't act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude ass, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!) I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Tell me it's the man, can't be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert Calasandi [Chorus:] You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU The one that's scared of some yay yo, always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch [Cam] I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though believe me I would say y'all names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying I'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know I'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest Ma, keep all your rice Wedding ring, HELL NO I like all my ice Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest You the type talk about everything you got now I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl" My rings like a dog, all rock wild When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!" I see y'all concerned about me you don't got to go to school to learn about me [Chorus:] Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price, yoke that's nice, THATS ME The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, you all about nothing, YOU Biatch [Cam] Told you I got us this time around niggas Feeling me some, HUH Harlem, I got us nigga Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over It's fuck us so fuck y'all Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch [Clue] AND I.......... |
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Whatever
I’m in a whiptail smashin’ it Mase wen’t to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil’s Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin’ targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin’ out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin’ belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? cause I ain’t slapped a ho in a minute I’m low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same fo frontin’, be the same fo who’ll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures [Chorus] For my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Cats don’t mess with ya’ll, cause ya’ll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, “Let’s get money” Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury I’m 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin’ me first Took ‘em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an’ll squirt Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can’t stand is a pussy chick I need a “Here ma, goof this in your pussy” chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY [Chorus] To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep, getting it sweet Have ‘em licking your feet (Whatever) Yo, yo, let’s stab ‘em, let’s stick ‘em Let’s get ‘em, get all of his spinach Grab ‘em, and flip ‘em, while Killa get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I’m limbin’, I’m just fronin’ ya’ll; ya tittes I’ll touch ‘em, I’ll kiss ‘em, I’ll hug ‘em, I’ll suck ‘em If I’m with a chick, most likely I’m trying to fuck ‘em Not tryin’ cuff ‘em, tryin’ a duck ‘em, lyin’ I love ‘em Have with a pie in they’re oven Shit, to me, ya’ll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin’, beat it, go find a husband Shit, that’ll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I’m at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I’m at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won’t stop my chedda [Chorus] For all my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey’s that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep Getting it sweet, have ‘em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don’t care how bad no chick is, I ain’t licking nobody’s feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever) |
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Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true) Made a lotta enemies (true) Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you do your life over again? (You right about that) I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat (Verse 1) Yo, shorty get a desk and chair Now wit the guess appear But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what) Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends But I lost brothers some best friends Word life, we all bredgren But we all speak and nobody budgin Cause we all stubbrin Yeah, we let the hate rise Give each other fake fives Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes True in all sequals (true) You too of all people Guess they right money is the root of all people A nigga front on them though I triggered at em' I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug Live my life wit drugs (drugs) Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here) (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 2) Uh, One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse Six feet deep being crushed my the earth Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money) Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst And all my life put in nothin but work Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church Y'all talk about things I've done to my life You talk about things that I've done to my wife I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater For the life I lead, things I done A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man) As the man of the house I had to bring income (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 3) Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh) Stand on this mothafuckin block again? Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo) See alotta men get shot up bad Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital) So I don't rhyme for excutives It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives Get my messages, hell no Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread But I shook it off smiled of course kid My girl wildout on some child support shit I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all) But girls will flip like Dominique Daws I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall If I do my life over, I repeat all (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun, but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (repeat 2 times) |
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| 4:20 |
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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 HOOK: 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 [Verse 1] 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 HOOK: 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 [Verse 2] 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 HOOK [Verse 3] This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing] Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing] Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing] Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing] And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing] Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing] Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing] Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing] 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! Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you! HOOK |
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I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers You got a lot to live for Shit fuck all that I'm fam you live for me then Fuck that shit Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed [Verse 1]: Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip Crash the car crush the whip There was one time I love the six fuck this shit Trust a chick never that It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip Fuck like a neck fuck I expect I could get weight I'll take half of his cake Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate And the beef up the hill is real gettin live Still sittin by still gettin high Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em Approclamation what detoxication (Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion Whoa I'm so high you're so high What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what [Chorus]: What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? [Verse 2]: Yo yo I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college So that mission obolished straight street life power Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone What do it matter they just realte the business Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark We ordered the pie you sort of a lie You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what [Chorus] Bloodshed there Grandma dead |
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Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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{Dialing}
"Thank you for calling the--" {Dialing} "I will be... Please hold." I'm grimey. I like-- I still get head from crackhead. {Ringing} "Hello?" Yo this Cam, man. "What's up?" What's the deal neal though nigga? "Nothin, I'm chillin." "What's happenin? "Nothin, I'm chillin." I was just thinkin about the head you gave me yesterday, that shit was kinda good. "{laughs} So you decided to call." No doubt. I really came to see if you were comin to the orgy this weekend. "When?" On most likely Saturday. "Saturday?" Yeah. You got lengerie right? "Of course." Alright, alright. You say you ain't f**kin with no bitches. I told some bitches about you already, they said they wanted to eat you, they was ready. "Oh my God! What's wrong? They don't even know me. They've never even seen me." I told em a little description you know. "Uh uh." A little boom, boom, boom. "You gotta stop playin. No I told them you don't get down. My niggas is ready though. "How you say your niggas is ready?" You act like you gonna be the only girl. |
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| 3:22 |
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[Guy singing]
I need a freak I need a freak Girl I need a freak [Verse 1] 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. [Chorus - (man singing)] 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 [Verse 2] 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. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] 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 you won't have Killa Cam bust in his pants. [Chorus 4x] |
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| 4:22 |
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Verse 1:
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 Chorus: 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 Verse 2: 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 Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) 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, If you wanna be stars see the CEO chorus |
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| 3:54 |
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Cam'ron:
(Chorus) Why I feel like I'm losin' weight Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny, bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies 4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day >From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker Chorus(Prodigy): Prodigy: I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall murder rap, clown niggas back down yall Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Bout some, but never put out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes Who real ??? check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit and niggaz flashin' crazy Chorus(Cam'ron): |
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| 12. |
| 4:17 |
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<i>[Jay-Z]</i>
uh huh, yeah <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college) Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All i did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she dont want the phone act She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit <i>[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]</i> Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yo, yo, ayo Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school" Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' See me on broadway, know what im buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin A slow case n', verdict probation Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" See what happen', stopped the crackin' Start rappin', quit the clappin' <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that i became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more the clutch, money more the touch I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, for dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arrainment, Killa <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> That's how it go on my block Mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arraignment |
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| 4:39 |
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killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog, its killa dog, ill kill you dog, What means the world to you Cause money mean the world to me I'm a shine for the world to see Pearl the V twirl the key cock back kick back and twirl the weed (Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one done pop one scrub not one Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns and i got hot one's But i wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick Wit a porno flick (Uh)Make sure my comes go on a lick More to sip but screw that Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it after that swallow it Stand by baby where you at huh? Raise ya hand high You dont suck what that's a damn lie Got red rye my man ride my fam tide So i need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit Someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my meal wit It's that there look wit you and be out for your revenue then even at you and she'll be blessin you Caressin you startin that mess wit you But you always good for now and plus no friends around So girl jus come lift up that dress for now And give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah My cousin tandelese see the gurl type honory But the girlfriend was real real real fond of me But the girl put her on to me and I'm like why I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her let alone pursuing her I got a gurl she like what that got to do wit her Get through wit her mess around my gurl come down and put two in her But I'm in a heavy case like the type that pepsi make Who you fake got pies like betty bake Top balla in every state In Chi im mike Boston I'm Kenny In Miami im Timmy and Phoenix I'm Penny damn in Harlem I'm Sammy order or so What the hell you want Got sons guns run run Make them run run skate take one From young one's dumb dumbs Hit wit the dumb dumbs hit wit the stun gun Oh damn young hon where the gurl come from And i wanna meet her can i greet her Yo we in my bed for now She said oh no my spine on respire now Well give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah Ladies say (ah) scream it out speak it out It's that time of the month for you leakin out say oww (oww) Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe down for a little lay dick on the low yall know I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick (oww) Squeeze the click (oww) go home and get freaked again Yall know i like that sex wit the right cat Rings make them iced stack [Cam'ron:] Yo now hold up mama I don't want you to be no hoe I done layed them, J'd them That's right played them hoes [Girl:] I ain't one of them hoes Why you come wit them hoes when I come for the doe Keep them under control What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah |
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| 14. |
| 4:01 |
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[chickens clucking in background]
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song] 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 [Cam'ron] 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 [chickens clucking] 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... [Juelz] 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 [chickens still clucking] 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 [Cam'ron] 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 [Juelz] 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 [chickens continue] 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... When I drive through... [cluck to the end] |
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| 3:52 |
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[Intro]:
Yeah nigga This is what the fuck I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jimmy Jones]: Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga I came up with no dag Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash No threads and no rags Shit was serious I wasn't in no fads nigga I'm no pretender I've been to jail and I know offenders You I don't know or no remember But I know you tender Shit you ain't no exeption I'm in the hood with no redemption When you gonna die in life there's no prevention Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad Yeah I was one that would cut you Cause I came up to with no one to look up to But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende [Freaky Zeeky]: Comprende what the fuck Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker Got get your own cheese nigga What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do [Cam'ron]: Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils I don't have to swallow pills Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals Why did I cop to steal Why did I ride ride for real Why we can't wait til our time God could take her Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a Why the great ones always break up And when travisty happen they wanna make up Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry Why when I get on blood got to die Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right I got to fuck every night Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves Why periods last three to five days Why we ain't retreated to slaves Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage And we say the beasts is in rage Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page Whys no such thing as true lies Why can't I have two rather than few highs Whys homos got to do guys in the world Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun Why man in statue depend on his rocks son Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders And niggas get cooked like burgers Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick Why this rap shit Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs Yo why you all wanna see me blow Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette [Outro]: Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again I want that money too nigga Fuck that lil two dolla prude I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker Nigga you better get some more money cause We got to tapes up this motherfucker You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker I bet you better believe that |
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| 3:35 |
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Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog, one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about Spade: Ayo They wanna flip me Bounce me Half and quarter ounce me Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me Hit me four five rubber grip me Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me Dimes wanna twist me Nah you can't kiss me Go 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris me Baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool Motherfucker Cam'Ron: Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast Everybody smart in math Loan sharks with cash Running from the narks and task Streets arts and craft ? Come on I start to laugh Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass Now a nigga paid out suede couch I'm into hooded things Bitch butt be way out These cats be Hecliff When I come around they play mouse Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom Heavy in arms In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover Collar big Cotton candy blue gators polishment Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment We pour it on 'em Meet a snitch throw wall off on em Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double Guns double tecks Hoes double sex Accountant handle my money but I double check Bubble lex Ain't too much more I care about Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a few differ Nigga pelican slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final call Gun up in the spinal cord I got no time for y'all We 8 digets you play frigate Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits Around us straight midgets Jewels we keep frozen Y'all keep dozing The wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozen Bitches calling me husband Saying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochie I'm dyin for a hoochie With an iron for a boobie Casino style diamonds in the doopey But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie But need work Plate of a kind If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop buck fifty Gun shoot buck fifty Bear facts ? buck fifty Air Max buck fifty Only New York nigga to fuck with me On her period blood sticky Same night flood missy Play Toronto like Doug Christy Fuck Christy Louie the 13 Slugs with me Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head |
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| 18. |
| 4:14 |
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All my harlem niggas my bk niggas back uptown baby lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical but shit is gettin critical The way cats bitin is dispicable Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the fuck we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You wanna cry? Let me know You wanna die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You wanna fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray And nigga might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your ass right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his jewels and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right CHORUS You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, bitch, and you yell Turn homo, kiss and you tell Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? You know how we get niggas? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get niggas Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich niggas Big niggas, talk slick nigga Got shit to spit nigga CHORUS x2 |
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| 3:56 |
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You do what you do where you live I do what i do where i live That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo... [verse one] Where i'm from kids get it hectic But get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dislexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girls fate just for abortion money Honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like avion Type a shit my niggas get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?) Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan Shit, only thing i leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo [verse two] Now it's gangs out here Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin Look out y'all, here the padon wagon Cops or punks, hit em with the pump Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say "Ching chang maka halia" Yeah, shit like that! Get my gat, click my clack Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas Am i a vantriloquiste? Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis Be carefull, Harlem World will get this [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo... [verse three] Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale And i don't run the crack spot Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop One of the have-nots to brick money Then i came thru in the six yummy Ya whole click sick tummy But be carefull, out in this game Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... [repeat x2] [outro] Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo |
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