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from Wolfgang Gartner - Weekend In America (2011)
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Zoongta Lucky Date - Ho`s And Disco`s (Space Laces Remix) Freakhouze Hirshee - Smash The Disco (Radio Edit) Freakhouze Freakhouze - Get Up (Calvertron Remix) Freakhouze 곡 116 | 담기 10 | 추천 4 |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(Gucci Mane)
I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry on me, yeah Stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci Then just show me how Someone dis me yesterday, What I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Just a chicken in my lap I'm bout to trust her then I die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow top off, I ain't been this hard in a while (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xanbar And If she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter Or Mr. Go Harder And I like my kush dry Like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man, Young Money (Chorus) [Cam'ron] Let's do the first, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me, They brothers wanna fight me, They sisters wanna date me, I tell her bless it baby, You could be my bust it baby, But stay in your place, I need my space, Don't suffocate me, Back black approach us, Clack clack gats in holsters, Cops in black control us, Treat us like rats and roaches, But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush in ya spot, Knock Knock, snock of the glock, It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not? (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly Cause I got a catch and I'm famous Im tryin' to hold my head above water, water Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting Shine with all this ice Homie shine, shine Wanna hate me? Get a ticket and join the line Fine (It's Gucci) |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders premeditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me Air 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy (on fire) fox minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my flick It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face you're it It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got bacon to bake Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking a way Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa [Hook] [Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild hundreds You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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from Hip-Hop Pre-Cleared Compilation (2008)
(Cam'ron and Women)
Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gonna get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gonna take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright We gonna get it on tonight (Juelz Santana) Now I was down town 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 you's 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 the 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 sure you're right, Get in the car, And don't touch nothin', sit in the car, Lets discuss somethin', Either we lovin or I'll see you tomorrow, Now we speedin' up the westside, Hand creepin' up her left side, ready to do it, Ready to bone, ready for dome, 55th exit, damn, damn already we home, Now let's get it on Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gon get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gon take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight (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 Hallister tip, Come over lets swallow and sip, I'm like momma that's it, I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks, They all say i'm rotten and rich, But not her, boo be's real, High heel dooby feel, plus got them gucci nails, uh, You a cutie still, and this my down girl too, Ain't no groupie deal, We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels, To the jacuzzi, I tell you my boo be's real, I mean she do be winning, louie spinnin, Go to the crib she got the gucci linen, I see boo be grinning, She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinnin', Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range mam, I got a whole new game plan, Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam, She was right; she was up in the range man, Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell, That's right I had to call up L, (Cam and Juelz together) Yo L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word, And we got it on tonight Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gon get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gon take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
<i>[Max B]</i>
Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! Let's go <i>[Max B]</i> WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY) BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY! <i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i> It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!) They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)... and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!) I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)... then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!) We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)... cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)... buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!) I'm tryna get the dame to breeze.... but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!) I told the lady I be... doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!) Middle name "forty on the wrist" last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!) <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i> Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!) look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha) We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it) I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?) New York to Miami Beach (yeah) Bitch I live the life of a hood-star rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW) Got em all shaking they tush like I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!) But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant I see it, I like it, I buy it baby I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i> WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!) I'm exec already (fuck that!) See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here) I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic) The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words) Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it) better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV (flat screens watch flat screens) Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)... fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact) Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls... you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!) Maesarati's back to back come ride with me on 1100 not the bike....two 550's! KILLA! <i>[HOOK]</i> |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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!!!! |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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!) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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! |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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)) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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!!!! |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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!) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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! |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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)) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(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) |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
(feat. Cam'Ron & Freekey Zeekey)
Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch (Cam'ron) Why should I entertain lies in the game Pies to my name E 5 to his brain, die for the chain Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane Dip Gang still ride with the Chain Four guns to none, survive with the chain You know who did it still grindin same Now hide from the fame Im seein it mane, Im seein vain Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game mane You hit the streets with Cane Hit the streets in the Range Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they name Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets Ask about me, do your background check 40th guns revolve around history 40 wolves or a unsolved mystery Give your corner caution, I go on flossin Fuck the robbery I be on extortion Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in strecthers Til the red van come try to raid and wreck us (?) Evil yes infections Put the stamp on if they got the needles check em [Chorus] Hey Zeek you alright (yea) You wanna ride (yea) 45 on my side (yeeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite Now Zeek in the pen (yea) I want revenge (yea) Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite Verse 2 (Cam' Ron) Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more hustle Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go I visit Peru, just to canoe Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa Bitch Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch 40 years go by man still snitch Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch No hammers that night Goddamn man It was Amatuer night I played sandman I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo Cam the Damn nigga tho Fam Fam every damn nigga know So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro [Chorus] Outro [Freeky Zeeky] Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill them. Dipset nigga |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em
[Hook] You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em You niggas don't want it Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em My niggas they get it...money Ya'll niggas can't get it...money We'll kill ya to get it... Money, money, money, money [Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana] It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em If he blink wrong...Kill 'em If he think wrong...Kill 'em Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day, no I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day And then I let a round off maynn Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn [Hook 2x] [Verse 2 - Juelz Santana] When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake 'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cam'Ron] What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones Santana, I give any part to homes eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome Right with my orange stones, we aren't home Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the lookout Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial... Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Cam'Ron)
(Intro) (sample) Out in the street They call it murder (Juelz Santana + (sample)) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Niggaz front (in the street) Get bucked and (they call it murder) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Buck buck and (they call it murder) (Chorus: Juelz Santana) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (Verse 1: Juelz Santana) I stay up My gun tucked I gives a fuck So, welcome to jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks Kids play in the sandbox Other kids Lay in boxes with sandtops You can't stop this Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch Try to stop me, you ain't, kid Try to pop me, you can't live If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit And for those bucks I'm no punk I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what (sniff) I think I need another hit (sniff) You know who you fuckin' with (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 2: Juelz Santana) I bang I slang My nuts hang, yup So don't get it confused or fucked up My dudes will jump up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (they call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin (gunshot) We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style, he who dares (dares) Don't play Be calm now, calm down cuz We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn I show the hood love They show me love back And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that Nah, you can't keep a black man down I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound AY (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 3: Cam'Ron) Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana) Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together Get it together, now now get my pape's right Come through late night I know what it tastes like (what's that?) Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8) You got G ma, I got G too, shit She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope) Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness (OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron)) (Murder, murder) Haha, haha I told you I told you you niggaz was in trouble man DipSet (murda) The new season has officially begun (murda) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!! Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it) My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana) It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas) I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] All sides all guys all rise now BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!) Damn straight through your man's plantano You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar We supportin, enforcin, extortion Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who) Who wanna romp with us? (Who) (BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us (We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta (BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!) Made by a woman I was raised by a woman So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women They are shottas, we are breed of achievers That will do anything to suceed or achieve it You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta But won't stand up in the court like a shotta Niggaz like you ought to get shot up For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!) Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters Don Gargon hard and love the drama And tuck the lama, now suck your mama Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy I cannot flop, I, this is shotta Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas |
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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
Excuse me, ma'am can you help me
I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote it down, this is how it should read Wanted one good hearted woman To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved Wanted just one chance to tell her How much he still loves her He can't be sorry enough What's that, no that's all I want to say I just hope these few lines will get to her Yes ma'am, she means everything I hope she comes back when she reads these words |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Cam'ron/Chinky Brown Eyes)
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 Me break it down man We tie dynamite to the rhino type, whine you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that c I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll 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 Chris and Don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this s***'s the bomb I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a long lista dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world Everybody like Cam got the recipe now Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin' we smile In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail Talking to a cell mate 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, s*** 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, Chub's 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 hustla, 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, s*** 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 stash box, just one time S***, they'll put the dogs in the trunk Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a f*** They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I'll 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 F*** y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with 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 Killa |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
[verse 1] mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly i'm on butter pirelli's wit' purple and yellow, hello thats butter and jelly i flip butter on celly's all right in front of the deli holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly (and what else) and i got hella gear my earring is nice the price 3 townhomes in delaware uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce hip hop hooray i got to get that yayo off thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash still stop and i laugh, ma put them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab play you for what you gon' play yourself ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog don't play with your health. [chorus] mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em', oral...choke em' and choke em' i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but the cops say i'm [verse 2] i get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon stop it, my closet, macy's mens department pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey you'll get hurt play me burp let the dirt chase me every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in the clinic, no student can heal shit better than college, after that, students home at least after your bid, ain't no student loans to pay back, jack, ask what do you condone hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome now they done juiced marone?? knock, knock are you at home i'm a call he, girls call the crib and ask are you alone .....killa [chorus] [verse 3] we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow watch sanford in son i'm like the buzz in rolo afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana i don't razor wrist's i keep eighths of piff the games and the chick like kobe imma rape the bitch razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth d on the block just like jadakiss haters shift, plead the fifth, spray the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa dipset, dipset [chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye (verse 1) Listen - I been coppin them pieces Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin But I'm gettin head She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir) I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked out and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) Who ill? A check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring And I'ma hold them things (verse 2) Look - talk to 'em Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop +Blocka Blocka+ the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being +Bout It+ If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) Little niggaz need to sit up and read If the town's too hot, get up and leave Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's forever (verse 3) Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust I used to hop the bus Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush Shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile Hundred grand, I demand it Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child And that's forever man (Cam'ron speaking over fading beat) You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
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:) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders premeditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me Air 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy (on fire) fox minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my flick It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face you're it It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got bacon to bake Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking a way Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa [Hook] [Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild hundreds You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Verse 1]
Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This aint the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp Oka-ka-kay, you ga-ga-gay I'll suflet ya toupee, and bottles be a bouqet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That 45 trey duce spade spray you stayed Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years the spain had to time share Back to time square, I got dimes here By the port authority, but I got more authority Your girl she order more E, check she forge it for me Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me [Chorus - Nicole Wray (Cam'Ron)] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone, we bout to make the Jones cry (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) [Verse 2] From the back of the cop ride, the black on black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed From whippin the bacon rolls, to outside whippin the bacon rolls Sanai Lathan knows, i'm rakin but makin dough Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin the pocono's I'm talkin to Aspen's the slopes we go You get the okie doke, play me baby i hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinnochio Fuckin Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fooshsnickens And I don't trust a ho, That's mother to baby mother Motherfucker you look like a lady lover I'll tuck slap her, dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink, come get drunk it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home, Yup Hit E.T. up on the cell phone As your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, dipset, family ties [Chorus] [Verse 3] You see me in that lavendar tank, you rather just faint I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavendar paint, ride with the rappers Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra And i'm appauled, thinkin we ain't all comfortable Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker And who you sposed to be, get hung from the roseries Call me C.O.D. thats Coke and them Oser D Some O.D.B. off them Oser D I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me [Chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
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) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'ron]
Uh huh, Killa, They never said we couldn't get down It's like I'm psychic and shit I called this shit about 5 years ago Dipset all day everyday man Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky be home 07, (uh), let's go Remember, I'm a man of respect, remember, Remember, Santana was next, Now it's not teks, it's checks, and vans he collects, I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man, Word to my grandma, he one bad MamaJamma, damn, So I don't write for the stardom, I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I been through it headed right for the bottle, DC, nah, would'a been a sniper in Harlem, That's why I throw some dough, to my cody from Kostovo, Help me get on Overflow, no one supposed to know, But she lay me up, like the Priminister, Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Hine vinegar, That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her, When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers, Money missin', oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers, Slit some wrists, that's when they said 'Oh shit, he's not a singer', Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert, This pistol, I squeeze it, Missles if needed, KILLA, Remember, I'ma spend my cake, Remember, Jim, we gettin' outta 5H, Now, chefs a' fry us steaks, It's a higher stake Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake, And we from BBO, now you a CEO, Direct the VEO, your own album, here we go, That's my man, anytime I holla, holla wit' me, We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar fifty, Budget 7 dollars, nickel bag and white owl, I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child, We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls, Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible, Magical, pop's gone, shit's tragical, Mum's omission, my house is where the addicts chill, I'm like the teacher, I need me a sabbatical, It's not irrational, I grew up radical, And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks, Fuck you R'n'B niggas, Zeek sing all the hooks, Tito and Bray, Yes yes, come again, They came sun or rain, When I had that stomach pain, Uh |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa (Killa)
Dipset man Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man But ain't no place like Harlem man (Let) me break it down man [Verse 1] We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First visit warn, day job tick a tron Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a long lista dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful [Chorus] Why I feel like I'm loosin weight? Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world [Verse 2] Everybody like Cam got the recipe now Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin we smile In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy Stuck, killed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that man In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit And when I rap it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time… Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck They want that button, Lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances, one on one with the k9 Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips [Chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Verse 1]
I know you heard me in british rob But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling But I run the circus like ring-a-ling I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling (jing-a-ling) That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping Pow, pow, .45 load thing Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming Ching chong like a higher Chow Main I buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel, naw Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up [Verse 2] I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work Put my 2 to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse You get low on dough, the few the first I don't need you high like I'm high But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly Fresh, Lui Vuitton ankle Pastel, Lui Vuitton rainbow Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango's Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals Moved on an angle, like a baler malodor The two gon' tango Shake your body mami, move your body hottie Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a mazarattie They all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly I don't talk like the swolly mami [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up [Verse 3] Lady, dry your panties Damn, she wanna right her family Tell em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy And I got all type of candy Whats that? Victoria Secret Here's Lapearla, come peep it This lingerie that you could honor A Wonder woman, ouuiii, go on play Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling Goddamn mam', not a damn thing [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[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] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
BITCH! Uh! Killa! Uh! Dipset Bitch! The Union(Uh huh!) Harlem! Killa! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Part 2! I be like Move........Get out the way Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play(man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray(Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps(pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one Now I know alotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done dee I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+ No rubber sold, hardwood bastard Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+ Killa! Uh! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda The dudes with the Qs be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie shotta! But it's really rude boys and rosters When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky (DICE!!!) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em [Bridge] Killa! Talkin' Tough?(Yo!), Smokin' Dust(Whoa!) Fuck with us?(No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly(Yo!), I wonder why(Whoa!) Fuck with us?(No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust Killa! Yo uh.. (Leave me alone....I just like to live my life) I spend days on kawasakis Nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski I style on New York, power my fort Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say Feed Me Seymour I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor(Billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours(Pfft!) Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4 You GS3? I'm GS4 You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe Killa! Dipset Bitch! |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana C'mon. Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Everywhere jeah, jeah Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah) What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah! [Hook] I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye! We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here Jeah jeah jeah jeah! [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye) I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin movin movin (jeah) Y'all losin losin losin (aye) [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo I chill though, pippin in the Range All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you [Hook] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(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 |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!) Shake, shake, shake (Uh!) Shake, shake, shake (uh!) (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, who wanna mess with me Or could with me Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam Trigger teams, click the beam Hit the fiend, give 'em lean Clickin like I'm Nicotine But its all for the green like Listerine Had to dis the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans I ain't Genuwine, ma my missions mean Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana Got the Crys and the ganja And its gettin her calmer, calm her Now she cryin she missin' her mama Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna As she twistin', I fond her As we sit in the sauna Guess its jus' my persona Got her kissin' the condom (Chorus) We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips (Bridge - Cam'Ron) Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin See your booty panties, ma shake something Shake something, shake something Shake-shake, shake shake something (Verse 2 - Cam'Ron) And I got some girls, bout five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick) But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick And your ass if fat and your head is right And your dough is good, we can smash tonight Right here in the car, ma, at the light If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?) Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite (Chorus) (Bridge) (Verse 3 - JR Writer) In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs A gun and some bud through the metal detector The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? I got apes and hounds, he just pace around And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more A VIP up between the bathroom stalls (Chorus) (Bridge) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Chorus)
If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat) Killa! Uh! This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it, let me tell you! (Verse 1) Yo my mommy Toy Was my pride and joy She would drive the toys Plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Kroy Yes a 9 in boys Wore a 5 in boys Over the chick shit I shoot 5 wit Roy Now I load the fo' five Shoot 5 at Roy Ain't like my job All guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy But Im the livest Doy (echo doy) A Hustler and Cam famous? You damn anus I dunno but I can't change it Can't paint it Pop it, champagne it Stop it, car drop it, it look dull Damn paint it She would throw a pout How I'm showin' out How I'm out goin' But dont be goin' out It's things to know about When you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route Baby girl, close your mouth Cuz I feed you well Every sneaker, hell You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle Car laga fell Acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell And the bar stop at hell 'Wrong wit chu? She said whats wrong with chu? Always got a song to do Can't get along its true So I skipped marriage Bought her six carrats Rather die that nigga Than to live average (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wann ride? (x4) (Cam'Ron) Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it! Yo! Yo! Uh! Lookin' back on school Arts and crafts Fuck half the staff Beat up half the class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga wit an attitude Meet me after math Had her half and half Not a drink 2 chicks def lit acid fast To half a tab You could ask her ass I would dash and laugh You after me? Huh, Im after cash Im on I-80 Though with my baby Whole ride hazy Tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you Look in the sky baby Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith You the pie lady Fly lady G2 Fly baby gee you Wild baby Please boo whats your size crazy? Don Wonin' When I'm in the foreign Almond drop top My charm is alarmin' I was alertin' her Just to re-insert in her That I would leave Earth wit her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over Im mercin' her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I. But this is B.I. Bia Me and G.I. Be watched by the P.I.'s See why we can't finish together I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real! (Chorus) If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride (to fade out) |
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