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[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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(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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(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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(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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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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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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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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(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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(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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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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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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(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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(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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[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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(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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(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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(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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