Cam'Ron

(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

[Lord Tariq]
Yea, yea, one more time
Seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin, it's to the left
It's just leanin, dribblin
Like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
Aiyyo I been through many places
Done many things
Seen the eyes of many faces
From New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes
Not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz
Nothin less than a Lexus
Bubble eye with V-V-S's
Trouble minds and troubled times
Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine
I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin for this nigga to try
I'm bubblin mine
If we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defendin my son's rhymes
Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time
I been through it under the influence
Bustin off I'm runnin into it
See me say he didn't do it
Put the nine to his mind and blew it
Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Makin killas say he's too sick when he do shit
But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch
And the shit do kick, word
Chorus: Lord Tariq
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson
[Fat Joe]
Play rap loud, politickin business
Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now
But still could blaow any nigga actin irate now
Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police
After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece
Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease
Been around the block seen grams converted to keys
Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine
My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita
Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things
And takin over City Hall
My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law
Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore
Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit
Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit
That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this
Chorus: Fat Joe
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington
Paterson, Broadland
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
Trinity, Creston, Walton
[Peter Gunz]
I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam
On my head like a infrared he's dead, but I redeem
Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga
Gunz motherfuckers ain't really knowin I'm really goin
And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses
Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases
So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist
Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz
And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun
Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit
Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this
Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this
You can't wear that, you gotta wear this
Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless
The only thing between us if you stop my cream
is a glock nineteen, and I'ma pop like steam
Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin
And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin
There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth
That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth
Chorus: Peter Gunz
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
74th, Vice Ave. Bryant, Longfellow, Hope Ave.
Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concousre, Jerome Ave.
3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson
[Big Punisher]
Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless
So be conscious of us, if you march against us I'ma call my gentas
and you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge
Leavin niggas John Blaze
Crime pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game
This ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin
Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and Willies be chilin in front of every facility
Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown
My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne
I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes
Chorus: Big Punisher
I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand
Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession
Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side
I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand
A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y

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

Uh huh hey I remember when
I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But it's all good
watch me do this shit
Yo yo yo yo ay yo
from my town to
Chitown R Kelly got some
thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot sounds
tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green
candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know like to
splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut
the nerves out his fist
But yo throw your hands up y'all
it's just love in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar
spendin thug money
Cop so much huh
they say I love money
carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you
got the right thong
Dju don't know
I'm all night long
The DJ playing
all the right songs
To the BM REM's are Muy bien
It's R Kelly killer
Cam Baby girl
can you dig now
Next time we see him yo
we laying Mr Biggs down
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Yo I used to be in Chitown
and collect panties
When I make cabrini
green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo
all my people givin eye jammies
Now them shorties say I'm cute
when they can't stand me
R Kelly yo
I'm right from the belly
you know the soul
Everything that we spit on
is platinum gold
But now it's for the love
for all the players and the thugs
Yo it's a party goin on
meet me right at the club
We got some chickens
in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving
till six in the morning
Thugged out my people
gettin head while we on and
Tear the club up
every time we performin
Gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here
lookin good in my face
Ay yo it's so deep
I told shorty just last week
Uh huh it's like
you remind me of my jeep
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas
watchin my rear for player
haters Eighteen and
I'm livin a dream go figure
How a nigga that's younger
than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that
stick to rap nigga try that
Call my nigga R Kell if you
need a hit black
And when you get it
make it known baby who did it
It'll make your fans hit
the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter
sweet note for the fellas
Left out the club with
her friend now she jealous
Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS
Yeah she kinda mad
but a baller could care less
While you sleep
sleep sleep I'm inna
Benz going beep beep beep
Got your girl sayin' Yo who he
So let's ride
to Rockland's party uh huh
Check Ghetto pro federal
Jay Z shake the dice let em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar
crowed like the front babe row
Says R Jay y'all
all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lotta men
Switch up cars like
Rodman's hair color
then hit your broad
I'm borderline too much
for the mortal mind
Every time you ought to rewind
find there's more to find
Now pop that cork
then pour the wine
Represent New York
to Chitown like what
Floss mine like of
course my what
Never cross my family
can we all get along
Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all
who dat is that rule that biz
Not your baby daddy
but Jay Z true that is
Better school that
kid on who's shoes that is
Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Let's get together
and make this make this loot
Trackmasters Rockland
Make this loot
Untertainment
Come on players
Thugged out
Come on players
And we out like that
Rock a fella ya'll

[Cam'Ron] + (women)
Hey ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right)
All right - and we gon' get it on tonight
You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (me too)
Well good - cause we gon' get high tonight
Got drops (got coups) got trucks (got jeeps)
All right - cause we gon' take a ride tonight
So ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right)
All right - and we gon' get it on tonight
[Juelz Santana]
Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like, 'Ma, what's your age and type?'
She looked at me and said, 'Youse a baby right?'
I told her, 'I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me, come stay the night'
She looked at me laughin; like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin back like sho' you right - get in the car
And don't touch nuttin, sit in the car
Let's discuss somethin - either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow
Now we speedin up the Westside
Hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin, on that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over let's swallow and sip, I'm like momma is sick
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
(Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel
Plus got them Gucci nails, uh
You a cutie still (still)
And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with uzis, Suzuki wheels
To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winnin, looey spinnin
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen
I see booby grinnin
She looked and said, 'Cam, I know that you be sinnin'
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am
(Look) I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said, 'That's nuttin but game Cam'
She was right; she was up in the Range man (she know me)
Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin the cell
That's right, I had to call up L
[Cam] + (Juelz)
Yo L (whattup?) I hit (what else)
Plus dome (say word) and we got it on tonight
[Chorus]

(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

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

[Oprah Steve]
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[cam'ron]

[verse 1]

With the goons i spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Kumbyay killa kam my lord
Still the man with pants
Scrill fam oh boy
They want neuter me
They want do to me
The hooligan in hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin new to me
Doggy i'm from the land of crime
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or mc
When i say hammertime
Beef i'm hammer mine
When i get my hands on nines
If i had on bammerline
Cordourys kam will shine
Canary burgandy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemonheads
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like guinepeg
Gemstones flinstones
You could say i'm friends with fred
You want happy scrappy
I got pataki at me
Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
Range look like laffy taffy

[chorus]

[Oprah Steve]
Kill kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[verse 2]

I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
So i parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome i dont care
I'll call it throwaway homes
Welcome to harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
Canabuy banks
Stand out like puty tanks
Soon as the studie sings
That when the tudy sing
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And i'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best

[chorus]

How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want
Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures doe and shit
You a roosted bitch
Just a roasted bitch
And i roast ya bitch
That how i usually am
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they gucci cleanse
We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
A skada prada
The chopper it got the uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds i knew
Flip birds
Birds gang
It was birds i flew
And word i flew
Or herb i grew
I would serve on stoops
Now it swerve in coupes

[chorus]

(Girl Talking)
Oh this is my *beep*
The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)
The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)
You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?
We been ridin in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
(I'm gonna tell you a story)

(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro
Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers
A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside
Blood played for stone gem
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?
That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game
And not namin' names
But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans
Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous
Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger
Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker

(Chorus: Jaheim)
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe

(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)
Killa!
That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous
You have various leases
All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, Cherry and Peaches
They had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer
Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!
Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo
My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!
But they some slimmy sue
Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots
Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you
You drinkin' Henney too
Coupe Calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump
Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them

(Chorus: Jaheim)
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe

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

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 swapmeet
slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
like im chump change
jimmy with his gun game
im 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
niggas 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
im what you need probly
we teach robbery

(Coro:)
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
f**k the phone getthe word by mouth
when the winter roll around no byrds fly south
f**k the cops got hella folks in prison
hand over the option
but the cell codes still livin

(Coro:)

(Cam'rom)

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
im strangly ganged
like pac im gang related (holla)

(Coro:)

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?

[Psycho Drama and Twista]
Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?

[Psycho Drama]
Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family
I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggaz and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you niggaz these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggaz you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodlums
That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin'
Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit
You niggaz remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all
You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all..

[Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
to make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome
I stilla be in the zone like Capone
Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all...

[Cam'Ron]
Y'all niggaz play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town(Sha Town)
The boy get nasty, To law enforcement blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
Put it right all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red I already got beef with the feds
Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled(Flii-Flii)
When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not yes why not..

[Chorus - 2x]
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk

[Cam'Ron]
Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

[Twista]
Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, all my niggaz make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggaz duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and bust
murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

[Chorus - 2x]

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

[Oprah Steve]
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[cam'ron]

[verse 1]

With the goons i spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Kumbyay killa kam my lord
Still the man with pants
Scrill fam oh boy
They want neuter me
They want do to me
The hooligan in hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin new to me
Doggy i'm from the land of crime
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or mc
When i say hammertime
Beef i'm hammer mine
When i get my hands on nines
If i had on bammerline
Cordourys kam will shine
Canary burgandy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemonheads
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like guinepeg
Gemstones flinstones
You could say i'm friends with fred
You want happy scrappy
I got pataki at me
Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
Range look like laffy taffy

[chorus]

[Oprah Steve]
Kill kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[verse 2]

I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
So i parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome i dont care
I'll call it throwaway homes
Welcome to harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
Canabuy banks
Stand out like puty tanks
Soon as the studie sings
That when the tudy sing
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And i'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best

[chorus]

How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want
Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures doe and shit
You a roosted bitch
Just a roasted bitch
And i roast ya bitch
That how i usually am
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they gucci cleanse
We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
A skada prada
The chopper it got the uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds i knew
Flip birds
Birds gang
It was birds i flew
And word i flew
Or herb i grew
I would serve on stoops
Now it swerve in coupes

[chorus]

(feat. Hell Rell)

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE
WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE
SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS
I WAS THE WIIILDEST...
THAT WAS CHILDISH...
NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS
SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL
RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL
SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS
HE WAS A HUSTLER
SHE'S A CUSTOMER
NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID
TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK
I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND
NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH
HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY
WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND
ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON
THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG
THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET
BUT IM A STREET TARGET
CALL ME A MEAT MARKET
I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF
THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN
ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN?
NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES
THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW
FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED
WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE??

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread)
Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed)
I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo
Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?)
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)
Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo)
Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?)
I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot)
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock
Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)
"Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear
y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheelchairs
Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears
Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears

(Cam'Ron: Bridge)
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Sample Voice) - I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone

(Cam'Ron) - Wish I could.....
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick

(SINGING SAMPLE HOOK)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'em
Whatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...
Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KILLA!)

(feat. Mo' Money)

(HOOK x2)
THEM NIGGAZ ACTORS (ACTORS)
THEY DESERVE OSCARS (OSCARS)
WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS)
TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS)
DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE
DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?!

(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)
Killa!
Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying huh?
Five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's New York)
Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina)
Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED (DAMN), THEN B POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list
Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is
We surround fortresses, studios and offices
You should be cautious kiiiiid....
'fore the boss of this off ya lid, R.I.P. right where the portrait is

(HOOK)

(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)
DADADOOOO!....that means drop it and run it
no fronting cause the coppers is coming.....like
DADADOOOO!...that's when we popping some bottles
with some models on our hip is some hollows (DIPSET!)
Before they shot they had to violate me (pffft)
Back in New York, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?)
Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission"
To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction (on my business!)
Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion
I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it)
Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)
Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!)
Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right
DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
They leave...U-turn...customers we serve 'em right!
So what ya life like?
Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
you...bum ass night fights! KILLA!

(HOOK)

(Verse 3: Cam'Ron)
Ayo I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
I'm disturbing the peace, right?....just call me Ludacris (Luda!)
I don't care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks
Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
CNN, NBC, CBS....creep in my home
Magazines, paparazzi....please leave me alone
Yeah I VV'd the stones, dog I'm into cake
I sell records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!)
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake!
And the fountain right, nope I won't pronounce the price (nope!)
But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
That's where I hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
But the four pounder right...BANG that's the sound of life!
KILLA!

(HOOK)

THEY LYING DOG! All my nigga's locked up....
Zeke on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow..
My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12....
he shot police on 125th on the Westside..
WHAT UP ALI!....Tiny Bum...he coming home, he in the feds....
Doe Stack doing 2 in the feds..
just did 3 house arrest...
When Black came out, after he did his year...
Mel Murder did his year...
SNAGZ! HE COMING HOME!

PEOPLE LIEEEE I DON'T KNOW WHYYY
AND THEN THEY DIEEEE AND MOTHERS CRYYYY
AND I CAN'T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT'S SO SO FLYYY...IT'S DIPSET DIPSET!

[Cam'Ron:] What up Ja
[Lil Ja:] What up?
[Cam:] What's the deal?
[Lil Ja:] Nothing...Cam you can't be feeding niggaz
[Cam:] Why not?
[Lil Ja:] Cause they don't appreciate shit...
I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
KILLA! YO!
I'm official nice (nice), y'all niggaz Fisher Price (price)
F**k "trout" you bout....let's "fish for ice"!
This a risk that's light, get it right the vicious price ($50,000)
Plus my kicks are Nike...this what the bitches like
Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight
Mister right, kissed her right...make sure that her lips get white
She don't suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice
She a hummer, nah plumber she can "twist the pipe"
When I was fifteen, BANG BANG, I call my moms..
cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond
All the Ganj, all is gone...just came from Autobon
Came back with the foreign palm.....I'LL HOLLAAAA!
Shit....before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt
Eurth told me go to school....nah bitch go to work
And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work
(where you going with my shit?!?!)
And the nerve to hold her purse.....I'LL HOLLAAAA!


[HOOK]
[Juelz:] WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY...
WE SLANG YAY..
IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY!
[Cam'Ron:] AND WE CRAZY HOLMES..
.380 HOLMES..
TO YA BABY'S DOME....BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM!
[Juelz:] AND WE BOMB LIKE "LA BOMBA" WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS
AND THEY BOMB YA
[Cam'Ron:] AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY
THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY!

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Ok...here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down
Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown, in the house, hollaback, going around, done clown
I'ma do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a O
When I wrap that...pass that, catch that, fast that....motherf**kers had to know!
OH OH!...I'm about that cornbread, believe me I'm beyond dead
I do this for blood sheed, do it for Bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead
Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role
Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! (WOOO!)
Lemme slow it up (why?), so y'all can cope in touch
I'm heroine and sex in one...dope as f**k
I'm hoping I'm roping the trojan
and go in the hole and open it up...if not dog I'm choking the slut
Am I poking or what? You got to figure dog
The game in a chicken wing, stupid "figure four"
I'm that nigga y'all......I just ball, best dressed, dress fresh, oh yes YES Y'ALL!

[HOOK]

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

(Verse 1)
Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes

(Hook)
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice
They got me sayin
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

(Verse 2)
They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal
Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you
I come once a year, I'm like the carnival
They all talk about me, call him Donahue
It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me
The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b
Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me
Get with me physically, mentally, literally
My henchmen, they lynch men
They apply the appliances the wrench-men
That's sense ten, I've been attendin
Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence
But it was said right, I was dead nice
And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right
This red ice, chicken wings red rice
But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal
Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
No singer b, sling Heavy D
Ready rock, killa cop, steady b
Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze
I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez
I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese
Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas
I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell
Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle
Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you
5'6" 150, I need all of you
She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa
Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa
I know you first class, I'm a jet flight
No take off, first get ya wet wipes

(Hook) - 2X

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

[Hook]
Ma, I been huggin the block (huggin the block)
That's right, hustling rocks (hustling rocks)
I know I been puffin a lot,
But I need to know ma, you gone touch it or not.

My drink hard as a rubber rubber
you know what, tell that shit to anotha sucka
I aint no sucka mama, com'mon, F the drama
Pat, kiss it then, lil puckerama
Im so active, you bein so draftive
Got something for your face, not proactive
Imma pro at this, round the globe atlas
But I need to know ma, u gone touch it or not
Baby girl im in luv wit ya spot
Missionary back shots top it off; pop it off (pop it off)
I tell ya right now if my **** is soft (what)
Hey before and after, top it off
Come here ma, show ya how to rock a boss
Lick, suck, kiss, kiss, stop, cough,
Hop on, hop off, lollypop cough
I know its right but here comes the hot sauce. (killah!!)

[Hook]

Looking light skin, mommy wit tight slims,
Big butt, big breasts, I noticed that nice chin, (sturdy chin)
I approached her, slight rim, white tins,
Number you can type in, sexy on lightment
Ill just ask, ma, if we link we link,
You don't like nuttin, me nether, what a coinidink (what a coincidence)
Miss jiggy, my piggy, pinky ming, pinky ring blingin (oooo)
You gone touch it or not?
I aint the type to diss you, kinda like the issue.
That's the situation, bring wifey wit you. (Bring her)
Would you like a tissue, or a wet wipe?
Either one baby girl, cuz ya touchin my spot
Its not a question now, it's a guarantee,
They think I think im the shit, well apparently
But you wont hear words like marry me (what, marry me?)
The only thing you gone hear is touch it or not!!

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
I get head in the strangest places
Some nut same time, call it changin' faces
I tell the b!tch we ain't tradin places, So stand back and catch
my amazing graces
Taste ya savor it, vanilla icecream she say ohh my favorite
Do you know who you playin wit?
Wayne, chillin like a scacrow, lookin for some brain
Drivin in the range uh, flyin' on the brain her head is crazy so she's insane
She know the game get in and get right
every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic
I'm hot like light, I'm tough like Ike I don't F wit dog hoes cuz them hoes might bite
Yeah, and then she follows and in the back of my mind I hopin' she swallows

[Hook x2]

(Intro: Hell Rell)
Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

(Hell Rell)
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

(Hook 2X: Cam'Ron)
WE BLASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE KIDS GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

(Cam'Ron)
DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill

(Hook)

(feat. 40 Cal.)

Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is

(Verse 1)
I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' now
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborgini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger

(Hook)
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches

(Verse 2)
Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap)
Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse
Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
Remember back in the days, man them days is over
Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
And that was in the late 1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy

(Hook)

(Verse 3: 40 Cal.)
I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game the same night I through triples and split
I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping they pockets and taking they projects
If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
But for now get ya hustle up
How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

(Hook)

Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though

[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude
Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin
Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine

[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

[Verse 2]
Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin
He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)
My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner
I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)
What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

[Chorus x2]

And now a word from out local sponsor

(Beth Melillo Speaks)
Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
with homicide being the leading cause of death
How is it possible that 200 million guns
are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners?
Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets
along with the consequences

DipSet, Please

(Verse 1)
That's my word word, I flip herb, birds
Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb
Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck
Said word, word nigga
Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures
Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain
Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin
Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners
Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner
I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly
One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L

(Hook)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)

(Beth Melillo Speaks)
Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun?
Juvenile gun possession is a problem
If a child obtains an improperly stored gun
the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa)
The restrictions are endless

(Verse 2)
Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug)
You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove
Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what)
Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why)
When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce
that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard
And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man
Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this)
That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover
(What happened) don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya

(Hook)

(Cam'Ron: Intro)
KILLA!
Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick......
Had her wifed up........that's what's in and shit ya dig?

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Yo she took me out my stinkin' aces, to the pinkest bracelet
Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist
Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough
Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?)
From Columbia, then she moved to Canada
Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her
Met her in '90, jayvel was the damager (????)
I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her
That was confusing her, he was abusing her
That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah'
Of course of course, never had intercourse
Of course of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss
I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?)
Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!)
Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas
That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor

(HOOK)
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
My pride and joy, I call her butter
When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers
She live with me right, I hide her from my mother
see she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin the gutta
I let my baby hang outside with the brothers
Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers
Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker
Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter
That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja
But I did watch her, played Tony Montana
Here's a queeeeeelo, yep she'll be back
For them peso's, yep she'll be crack
Rocks so bright, money so right
I got 7 workers, she's Snow White
And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze
Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs

AND, and it's.........IT'S THEM BOYS
WE GET DOUGH
ASK A FIEND
CAUSE THEY KNOW

AND, and...........DON'T BE SHY
WHERE TO LIE
YESSIRY
WE GET HIGH
FA'SHO, DIPSET...............LET'S RIDE

(HOOK X3)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 3)
KILLA!
McGoo said that the bird's the word
But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs
And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy
Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money
Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi
Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi
Not concerned with many, got my girl here
When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty

(HOOK)

(Cam'Ron: Intro)
Trumpets Please
I Wanna Welcome Everybody To...
Killa Season
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
They tried to play us (WHAT?!)
But they can't fade us (WHAT?!)
A bunch of haters (WHAT?!)
But we the greatest (WHAT?!)
That mighty dip....(WHAT?!)
The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!)
Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
You know I'm strapped for the drama
Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama
Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna
Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at
A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I)
They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at!
Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST!
Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this
Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po
Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe
Juelz he fuck with the cocoa
Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no....
HO HO HO HO HO....IT""S DIIIPSET!!!
OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!)
(Cam'Ron: Hook)
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Flashin bras (WHAT?!)
The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!)
Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!)
CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!)
GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS!
(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Yall really wanna get this started?
We all can act retarded
Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!)
Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas
Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve
Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease!
You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn)
Through ya Dungarees
Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir
Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch)
Beat it, ain't no losers here
Ma tryna move up here
Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear
And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock*
Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not!
And my game so tight
And my aim so right
In a Range all white
Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!)
But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE
But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight
(Book)
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!

[Cam'Ron: Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix)
DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix)

[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it

[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [4x] (this is the remix)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]

[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
Yes honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice
And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!)
Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!)
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K!
And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa)
And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa

[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [8x] (this is the remix)
(DIPSET!, KILLA!)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]

(feat. Hell Rell)

(Cam'ron)
Look ma i don't care who you with i ain't here to shoot the shit you see me you goin to see an exclusive
whip coup the 6 thats neither here nor there or we can be here or there you feel me i'm killa so that
mean you dealin with scriller you eva felt chinchilla hu

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 1)
killa a yo she either on the internet (computer) or watch her lifetime (tv) but she neva met me in her
lifetime (neva) wore a size 5 but was 5'9 i keep 99's 9 for the pipe line
(Hell Rell)
and they call me ruga rell how you doin baby (wats good) i'm like u-haul with the bricks i can move them
baby yea mr.campbell i'm kind of soup ma but i ain't with the talkin is you getting in the coup ma
(Cam'ron)
plus her eyes hot get in my drop she said why shit i'm like why not where you wanna go to waffle house
i-hop sit your head on my lap meet cyclops
(Hell Rell)
or we can do mr.k on the weekdays steak house weekends feeling use your cheapskins now i'm all grown up
with a peach benz i'm try to fuck i don't really want to be friends

(Chorus)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true, she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 2)
dipset you remeber summer crazy but you been mad since brenda had a baby (91) i'm just a offspring
member of the 80's get surrended to a lady get offended if they play me (woo) i know a lot of men of men
are phony you just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from
being lonely that chuc chi to your joney to rock your little poney
(Hell Rell)
hell rell and a model sitting in the gt k-i-s-s-i-n-g first come love na it ain't love i'm a gangsta let
her hold my gunz and my drugs yea i know she feeling a gangsta but its hard for her to deal with a
gangsta cause its certin things that she go to do to keep me happy fry some good chicken when i hear her
call me daddy i'm from weeks ave mama i get cash mama those some sexy thighs i like that ass mama i'm
something like a g cause i bust my mack mame you don't love me you just love my swag
(Chorus)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 3)
and i'm lack toast and talerent pack toast no talerent black mack in back pack black jack amd holla
since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
actknowledge meant i got to work sir she's in college miss if i like her i'm cuffing her the wife of a
hustler be nice to your custumers when she bite and a mustler tight when i cuddle her thats right when i
puzzl her yea right for the juggler i ain't tryin to juggle her diamonds when i smother her
(Hell Rell)
and you know all my guns got a muffler just wanna see the slut in her i don't want a hug from her (nope)
this the life and i'm livin it up if you wanna be with a g then get in my truck yea

(CHORUS)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(feat. Max B)

(Intro: Cam'Ron)
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to business

(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)
You ain't the only one with big wallets
Got it, my shits brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it
Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
How could he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers

(Chorus 2X: Max B)
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come

(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)
Killa! Let's go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her
"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"
It ain't my fault I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"

(Chorus)

(Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)
Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin like you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)

(Intro)

Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above
Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave
Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?
Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings
I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody
So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did

(Verse 1 - Cam'Ron)

Before I had the hammer cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita
Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka
Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika
Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell
He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard
Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word
Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
He did damage, road managed my G.O.D
Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard
16, the bitch dream had stupid cars
Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75
Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career
Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit
I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick
My dude study the sabbath
No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
He could have my house, he could keep my mauries
He could drive my cars, this a eastside story

(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)

(Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2))

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

(Verse 2 - Cam'Ron)

See a boss I prepared to be
When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me
I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see
After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me
Who care I dont, you share I wont
Calm down (uhuh) breathe again
I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end
Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)
Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)
Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)
Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)
I dont look in the sky, never mind stars
You also find stars, right behind bars
Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest
Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest
They wanted my ass right alongside zeke
Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek
I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome
Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on
And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours
Where they flash the power, no bath or shower
In that same spot, realize math is power
So I pointed the mansion, that is ours

(Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2))

[Oprah Steve]
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[cam'ron]

[verse 1]

With the goons i spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Kumbyay killa kam my lord
Still the man with pants
Scrill fam oh boy
They want neuter me
They want do to me
The hooligan in hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin new to me
Doggy i'm from the land of crime
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or mc
When i say hammertime
Beef i'm hammer mine
When i get my hands on nines
If i had on bammerline
Cordourys kam will shine
Canary burgandy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemonheads
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like guinepeg
Gemstones flinstones
You could say i'm friends with fred
You want happy scrappy
I got pataki at me
Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
Range look like laffy taffy

[chorus]

[Oprah Steve]
Kill kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam

[verse 2]

I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
So i parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome i dont care
I'll call it throwaway homes
Welcome to harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
Canabuy banks
Stand out like puty tanks
Soon as the studie sings
That when the tudy sing
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And i'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best

[chorus]

How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want
Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures doe and shit
You a roosted bitch
Just a roasted bitch
And i roast ya bitch
That how i usually am
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they gucci cleanse
We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
A skada prada
The chopper it got the uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds i knew
Flip birds
Birds gang
It was birds i flew
And word i flew
Or herb i grew
I would serve on stoops
Now it swerve in coupes

[chorus]

(feat. Hell Rell)

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE
WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE
SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS
I WAS THE WIIILDEST...
THAT WAS CHILDISH...
NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS
SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL
RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL
SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS
HE WAS A HUSTLER
SHE'S A CUSTOMER
NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID
TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK
I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND
NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH
HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY
WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND
ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON
THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG
THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET
BUT IM A STREET TARGET
CALL ME A MEAT MARKET
I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF
THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN
ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN?
NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES
THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW
FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED
WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE??

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread)
Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed)
I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo
Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?)
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)
Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo)
Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?)
I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot)
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock
Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)
"Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear
y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheelchairs
Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears
Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears

(Cam'Ron: Bridge)
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM

(Hell Rell: Hook)
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

(Sample Voice) - I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone

(Cam'Ron) - Wish I could.....
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick

(SINGING SAMPLE HOOK)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'em
Whatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...
Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KILLA!)

(feat. Mo' Money)

(HOOK x2)
THEM NIGGAZ ACTORS (ACTORS)
THEY DESERVE OSCARS (OSCARS)
WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS)
TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS)
DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE
DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?!

(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)
Killa!
Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying huh?
Five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's New York)
Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina)
Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED (DAMN), THEN B POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list
Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is
We surround fortresses, studios and offices
You should be cautious kiiiiid....
'fore the boss of this off ya lid, R.I.P. right where the portrait is

(HOOK)

(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)
DADADOOOO!....that means drop it and run it
no fronting cause the coppers is coming.....like
DADADOOOO!...that's when we popping some bottles
with some models on our hip is some hollows (DIPSET!)
Before they shot they had to violate me (pffft)
Back in New York, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?)
Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission"
To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction (on my business!)
Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion
I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it)
Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)
Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!)
Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right
DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
They leave...U-turn...customers we serve 'em right!
So what ya life like?
Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
you...bum ass night fights! KILLA!

(HOOK)

(Verse 3: Cam'Ron)
Ayo I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
I'm disturbing the peace, right?....just call me Ludacris (Luda!)
I don't care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks
Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
CNN, NBC, CBS....creep in my home
Magazines, paparazzi....please leave me alone
Yeah I VV'd the stones, dog I'm into cake
I sell records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!)
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake!
And the fountain right, nope I won't pronounce the price (nope!)
But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
That's where I hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
But the four pounder right...BANG that's the sound of life!
KILLA!

(HOOK)

THEY LYING DOG! All my nigga's locked up....
Zeke on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow..
My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12....
he shot police on 125th on the Westside..
WHAT UP ALI!....Tiny Bum...he coming home, he in the feds....
Doe Stack doing 2 in the feds..
just did 3 house arrest...
When Black came out, after he did his year...
Mel Murder did his year...
SNAGZ! HE COMING HOME!

PEOPLE LIEEEE I DON'T KNOW WHYYY
AND THEN THEY DIEEEE AND MOTHERS CRYYYY
AND I CAN'T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT'S SO SO FLYYY...IT'S DIPSET DIPSET!

[Cam'Ron:] What up Ja
[Lil Ja:] What up?
[Cam:] What's the deal?
[Lil Ja:] Nothing...Cam you can't be feeding niggaz
[Cam:] Why not?
[Lil Ja:] Cause they don't appreciate shit...
I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
KILLA! YO!
I'm official nice (nice), y'all niggaz Fisher Price (price)
F**k "trout" you bout....let's "fish for ice"!
This a risk that's light, get it right the vicious price ($50,000)
Plus my kicks are Nike...this what the bitches like
Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight
Mister right, kissed her right...make sure that her lips get white
She don't suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice
She a hummer, nah plumber she can "twist the pipe"
When I was fifteen, BANG BANG, I call my moms..
cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond
All the Ganj, all is gone...just came from Autobon
Came back with the foreign palm.....I'LL HOLLAAAA!
Shit....before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt
Eurth told me go to school....nah bitch go to work
And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work
(where you going with my shit?!?!)
And the nerve to hold her purse.....I'LL HOLLAAAA!


[HOOK]
[Juelz:] WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY...
WE SLANG YAY..
IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY!
[Cam'Ron:] AND WE CRAZY HOLMES..
.380 HOLMES..
TO YA BABY'S DOME....BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM!
[Juelz:] AND WE BOMB LIKE "LA BOMBA" WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS
AND THEY BOMB YA
[Cam'Ron:] AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY
THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY!

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Ok...here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down
Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown, in the house, hollaback, going around, done clown
I'ma do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a O
When I wrap that...pass that, catch that, fast that....motherf**kers had to know!
OH OH!...I'm about that cornbread, believe me I'm beyond dead
I do this for blood sheed, do it for Bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead
Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role
Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! (WOOO!)
Lemme slow it up (why?), so y'all can cope in touch
I'm heroine and sex in one...dope as f**k
I'm hoping I'm roping the trojan
and go in the hole and open it up...if not dog I'm choking the slut
Am I poking or what? You got to figure dog
The game in a chicken wing, stupid "figure four"
I'm that nigga y'all......I just ball, best dressed, dress fresh, oh yes YES Y'ALL!

[HOOK]

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

(Verse 1)
Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes

(Hook)
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice
They got me sayin
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

(Verse 2)
They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal
Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you
I come once a year, I'm like the carnival
They all talk about me, call him Donahue
It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me
The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b
Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me
Get with me physically, mentally, literally
My henchmen, they lynch men
They apply the appliances the wrench-men
That's sense ten, I've been attendin
Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence
But it was said right, I was dead nice
And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right
This red ice, chicken wings red rice
But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal
Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
No singer b, sling Heavy D
Ready rock, killa cop, steady b
Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze
I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez
I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese
Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas
I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell
Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle
Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you
5'6" 150, I need all of you
She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa
Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa
I know you first class, I'm a jet flight
No take off, first get ya wet wipes

(Hook) - 2X

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

[Hook]
Ma, I been huggin the block (huggin the block)
That's right, hustling rocks (hustling rocks)
I know I been puffin a lot,
But I need to know ma, you gone touch it or not.

My drink hard as a rubber rubber
you know what, tell that shit to anotha sucka
I aint no sucka mama, com'mon, F the drama
Pat, kiss it then, lil puckerama
Im so active, you bein so draftive
Got something for your face, not proactive
Imma pro at this, round the globe atlas
But I need to know ma, u gone touch it or not
Baby girl im in luv wit ya spot
Missionary back shots top it off; pop it off (pop it off)
I tell ya right now if my **** is soft (what)
Hey before and after, top it off
Come here ma, show ya how to rock a boss
Lick, suck, kiss, kiss, stop, cough,
Hop on, hop off, lollypop cough
I know its right but here comes the hot sauce. (killah!!)

[Hook]

Looking light skin, mommy wit tight slims,
Big butt, big breasts, I noticed that nice chin, (sturdy chin)
I approached her, slight rim, white tins,
Number you can type in, sexy on lightment
Ill just ask, ma, if we link we link,
You don't like nuttin, me nether, what a coinidink (what a coincidence)
Miss jiggy, my piggy, pinky ming, pinky ring blingin (oooo)
You gone touch it or not?
I aint the type to diss you, kinda like the issue.
That's the situation, bring wifey wit you. (Bring her)
Would you like a tissue, or a wet wipe?
Either one baby girl, cuz ya touchin my spot
Its not a question now, it's a guarantee,
They think I think im the shit, well apparently
But you wont hear words like marry me (what, marry me?)
The only thing you gone hear is touch it or not!!

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
I get head in the strangest places
Some nut same time, call it changin' faces
I tell the b!tch we ain't tradin places, So stand back and catch
my amazing graces
Taste ya savor it, vanilla icecream she say ohh my favorite
Do you know who you playin wit?
Wayne, chillin like a scacrow, lookin for some brain
Drivin in the range uh, flyin' on the brain her head is crazy so she's insane
She know the game get in and get right
every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic
I'm hot like light, I'm tough like Ike I don't F wit dog hoes cuz them hoes might bite
Yeah, and then she follows and in the back of my mind I hopin' she swallows

[Hook x2]

(Intro: Hell Rell)
Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

(Hell Rell)
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

(Hook 2X: Cam'Ron)
WE BLASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE KIDS GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

(Cam'Ron)
DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill

(Hook)

(feat. 40 Cal.)

Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is

(Verse 1)
I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' now
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborgini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger

(Hook)
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches

(Verse 2)
Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap)
Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse
Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
Remember back in the days, man them days is over
Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
And that was in the late 1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy

(Hook)

(Verse 3: 40 Cal.)
I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game the same night I through triples and split
I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping they pockets and taking they projects
If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
But for now get ya hustle up
How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

(Hook)

Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though

[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude
Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin
Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine

[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

[Verse 2]
Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin
He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)
My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner
I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)
What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

[Chorus x2]

And now a word from out local sponsor

(Beth Melillo Speaks)
Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
with homicide being the leading cause of death
How is it possible that 200 million guns
are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners?
Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets
along with the consequences

DipSet, Please

(Verse 1)
That's my word word, I flip herb, birds
Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb
Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck
Said word, word nigga
Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures
Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain
Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin
Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners
Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner
I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly
One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L

(Hook)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)

(Beth Melillo Speaks)
Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun?
Juvenile gun possession is a problem
If a child obtains an improperly stored gun
the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa)
The restrictions are endless

(Verse 2)
Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug)
You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove
Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what)
Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why)
When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce
that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard
And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man
Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this)
That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover
(What happened) don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya

(Hook)

(Cam'Ron: Intro)
KILLA!
Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick......
Had her wifed up........that's what's in and shit ya dig?

(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
Yo she took me out my stinkin' aces, to the pinkest bracelet
Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist
Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough
Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?)
From Columbia, then she moved to Canada
Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her
Met her in '90, jayvel was the damager (????)
I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her
That was confusing her, he was abusing her
That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah'
Of course of course, never had intercourse
Of course of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss
I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?)
Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!)
Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas
That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor

(HOOK)
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
POPPA HAD A DREAM
OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID

(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
My pride and joy, I call her butter
When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers
She live with me right, I hide her from my mother
see she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin the gutta
I let my baby hang outside with the brothers
Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers
Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker
Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter
That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja
But I did watch her, played Tony Montana
Here's a queeeeeelo, yep she'll be back
For them peso's, yep she'll be crack
Rocks so bright, money so right
I got 7 workers, she's Snow White
And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze
Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs

AND, and it's.........IT'S THEM BOYS
WE GET DOUGH
ASK A FIEND
CAUSE THEY KNOW

AND, and...........DON'T BE SHY
WHERE TO LIE
YESSIRY
WE GET HIGH
FA'SHO, DIPSET...............LET'S RIDE

(HOOK X3)

(Cam'Ron: Verse 3)
KILLA!
McGoo said that the bird's the word
But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs
And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy
Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money
Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi
Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi
Not concerned with many, got my girl here
When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty

(HOOK)

(Cam'Ron: Intro)
Trumpets Please
I Wanna Welcome Everybody To...
Killa Season
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
(Cam'Ron: Verse 1)
They tried to play us (WHAT?!)
But they can't fade us (WHAT?!)
A bunch of haters (WHAT?!)
But we the greatest (WHAT?!)
That mighty dip....(WHAT?!)
The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!)
Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
You know I'm strapped for the drama
Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama
Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna
Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at
A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I)
They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at!
Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST!
Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this
Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po
Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe
Juelz he fuck with the cocoa
Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no....
HO HO HO HO HO....IT""S DIIIPSET!!!
OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!)
(Cam'Ron: Hook)
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Flashin bras (WHAT?!)
The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!)
Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!)
CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!)
GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS!
(Cam'Ron: Verse 2)
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Yall really wanna get this started?
We all can act retarded
Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!)
Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas
Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve
Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease!
You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn)
Through ya Dungarees
Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir
Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch)
Beat it, ain't no losers here
Ma tryna move up here
Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear
And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock*
Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not!
And my game so tight
And my aim so right
In a Range all white
Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!)
But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE
But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight
(Book)
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!

[Cam'Ron: Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix)
DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix)

[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it

[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [4x] (this is the remix)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]

[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
Yes honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice
And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!)
Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!)
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K!
And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa)
And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa

[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [8x] (this is the remix)
(DIPSET!, KILLA!)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]

(feat. Hell Rell)

(Cam'ron)
Look ma i don't care who you with i ain't here to shoot the shit you see me you goin to see an exclusive
whip coup the 6 thats neither here nor there or we can be here or there you feel me i'm killa so that
mean you dealin with scriller you eva felt chinchilla hu

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 1)
killa a yo she either on the internet (computer) or watch her lifetime (tv) but she neva met me in her
lifetime (neva) wore a size 5 but was 5'9 i keep 99's 9 for the pipe line
(Hell Rell)
and they call me ruga rell how you doin baby (wats good) i'm like u-haul with the bricks i can move them
baby yea mr.campbell i'm kind of soup ma but i ain't with the talkin is you getting in the coup ma
(Cam'ron)
plus her eyes hot get in my drop she said why shit i'm like why not where you wanna go to waffle house
i-hop sit your head on my lap meet cyclops
(Hell Rell)
or we can do mr.k on the weekdays steak house weekends feeling use your cheapskins now i'm all grown up
with a peach benz i'm try to fuck i don't really want to be friends

(Chorus)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true, she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 2)
dipset you remeber summer crazy but you been mad since brenda had a baby (91) i'm just a offspring
member of the 80's get surrended to a lady get offended if they play me (woo) i know a lot of men of men
are phony you just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from
being lonely that chuc chi to your joney to rock your little poney
(Hell Rell)
hell rell and a model sitting in the gt k-i-s-s-i-n-g first come love na it ain't love i'm a gangsta let
her hold my gunz and my drugs yea i know she feeling a gangsta but its hard for her to deal with a
gangsta cause its certin things that she go to do to keep me happy fry some good chicken when i hear her
call me daddy i'm from weeks ave mama i get cash mama those some sexy thighs i like that ass mama i'm
something like a g cause i bust my mack mame you don't love me you just love my swag
(Chorus)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(Cam'ron)
(Verse 3)
and i'm lack toast and talerent pack toast no talerent black mack in back pack black jack amd holla
since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
actknowledge meant i got to work sir she's in college miss if i like her i'm cuffing her the wife of a
hustler be nice to your custumers when she bite and a mustler tight when i cuddle her thats right when i
puzzl her yea right for the juggler i ain't tryin to juggle her diamonds when i smother her
(Hell Rell)
and you know all my guns got a muffler just wanna see the slut in her i don't want a hug from her (nope)
this the life and i'm livin it up if you wanna be with a g then get in my truck yea

(CHORUS)
she fly (she fly), she cute (she cute), she ride (in what) in coups, she true she nice, she rude, but she
still want something new

(feat. Max B)

(Intro: Cam'Ron)
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to business

(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)
You ain't the only one with big wallets
Got it, my shits brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it
Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
How could he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers

(Chorus 2X: Max B)
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come

(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)
Killa! Let's go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her
"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"
It ain't my fault I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"

(Chorus)

(Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)
Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin like you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)

(Intro)

Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above
Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave
Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?
Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings
I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody
So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did

(Verse 1 - Cam'Ron)

Before I had the hammer cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita
Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka
Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika
Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell
He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard
Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word
Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
He did damage, road managed my G.O.D
Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard
16, the bitch dream had stupid cars
Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75
Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career
Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit
I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick
My dude study the sabbath
No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
He could have my house, he could keep my mauries
He could drive my cars, this a eastside story

(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)

(Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2))

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

(Verse 2 - Cam'Ron)

See a boss I prepared to be
When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me
I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see
After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me
Who care I dont, you share I wont
Calm down (uhuh) breathe again
I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end
Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)
Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)
Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)
Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)
I dont look in the sky, never mind stars
You also find stars, right behind bars
Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest
Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest
They wanted my ass right alongside zeke
Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek
I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome
Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on
And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours
Where they flash the power, no bath or shower
In that same spot, realize math is power
So I pointed the mansion, that is ours

(Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2))

VERSE 1
I can’t help it
When I’m not around you (Boy)
’Cause all I ever seem to
Do is drift away
In dreams about you
’Cause when I’m without you (Boy)
It always seems like
Part of me is missing baby


VB1
Sometimes I don’t call
Like I don’t care at all
But secretly, you’re the only thing
That lifts me up
And makes me smile
When I’m unhappy
All you gotta do is call
And suddenly things don’t really
Seem so bad at all


CHORUS
(Boy) I need you
(Boy) Adore you (Boy)
Gotta have you (Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch
This ain’t no little crush
So come and get my love
Baby anything you want
Feeling you (Boy)
Fiending for you (Boy)
Just waiting on you (Boy)
When I see you (Oh boy)
I’m gonna wrap you up
Inside my love
And never let you go boy
Never let you go boy


VERSE 2
My heart races when
My Motorola beeps
Or my cell rings
I just make a wish and if it’s you
My whole day changes
’Cause when I know
You’re thinking of me (Boy)
Heaven knows
Suddenly it’s not so dismal baby


VB2
Sometimes I don’t call
Like I don’t care at all
But secretly, you’re the only thing
That lifts me up
And makes me smile
When I’m unhappy
All you gotta do is call
And suddenly things don’t really
Seem so bad at all


CHORUS
(Boy) I need you
(Boy) Adore you (Boy)
Gotta have you (Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch
This ain’t no little crush
So come and get my love
Baby anything you want
Feeling you (Boy)
Fiending for you (Boy)
Just waiting on you (Boy)
When I see you (Oh boy)
I’m gonna wrap you up
Inside my love
And never let you go boy
Never let you go boy


CAM’RON RAP


CAM’RON & MC
I... (What?)
Need... (Who?)
You... (Uh huh, uh huh)
I wanna feel your touch... (Why wouldn’t you)
So come and get my love (Show me where it’s at - now sing)
I... (What?)
Need... (Who?)
You... (Uh huh, uh huh)
I’m gonna wrap you up (Wrap me up)
And never let you go boy
Never let you go boy (Never let me go, girl)


OUTRO
(Boy) I need you
(Boy) Adore you (Boy)
Gotta have you (Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch
This ain’t no little crush
So come and get my love
Baby anything you want
Feeling you (Boy)
Fiending for you (Boy)
Just waiting on you (Boy)
When I see you (Oh boy)
I’m gonna wrap you up
Inside my love
And never let you go boy
Never let you go boy

(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

[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]

[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

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

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!

[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

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]

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

(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)

(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]

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

[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]

[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]

[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

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)