(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
[Verse 1] Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown) Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?) Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?) All my niggaz got M-16's kid And all we do is watch MTV Cribs Learn not to in fury the victim Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA) Stop frontin', you was never a menace Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business Business is business, money is money Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid You da dumbest of dummies (Killa) [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 2] All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt Stunt after stunt, they all ?? after ?? Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast All they say 'That nigga's a mess' You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'? Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch) Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit) White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice Throw 'em on, let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 3] Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars All of the chips, the crib with the backyard Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog Let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Cam] The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it Know when I get out they gon feel it Witness the realest
