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2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom Couple weeks prior to Ja Must've been the year of Murderous killas Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin' That was a given, Rock the hood Pop the hood - Gats in the engine Clap up your women, accurate vision Black, I'm just livin' I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit) This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin' Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin Cuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths run But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'Ron Cause I kept the - Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute To stand on the stoop (What I look like?) My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten From the - night to the days, my triflin ways I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog) You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride To the top of the mountain Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin' Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?) Afford all the best, ?????? Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset) I know you niggaz hate it How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated Santana is next.. (echo out) |
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| 2. |
| 6:06 |
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[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby due today I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Cam'Ron] 18 months please, that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway 6 months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it could be the bankman Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam Lady at the front stand Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade And y'all dead now That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds In a collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 350 on the stove and its 90 outside I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick You know Cam, he said 'yeah, don't play with his chips' Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me [Juelz Santana] Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire Its real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the 5th and just fire Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead on the van on the express way While I got my hand in the Tech wave Niggas like 'fuck, is he stupid?' Cops wanna cuff me, do it You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight He been waiting for his connection to come I'm like 'at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one' I'm on the block as usual With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual Watching for the cops that's moving through Me and my soldiers know the rules We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone And I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me [Hook: Cam'Ron] Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby do the date I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!) But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that? Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy) Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy) Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy) Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy) He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy) This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy) If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... I'm in trouble need bail money, shit Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy) Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy) Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy) When the cops come......squalin!!!! Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy Killa.. holla.. listen It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy) You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy) Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin 'em Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy) Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy) Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy) Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy) Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my (Boy) [Cam'ron] Until that man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy) Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa... |
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[Verse 1]
Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown) Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?) Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?) All my niggaz got M-16's kid And all we do is watch MTV Cribs Learn not to in fury the victim Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA) Stop frontin', you was never a menace Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business Business is business, money is money Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid You da dumbest of dummies (Killa) [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 2] All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt Stunt after stunt, they all ?? after ?? Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast All they say 'That nigga's a mess' You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'? Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch) Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit) White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice Throw 'em on, let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 3] Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars All of the chips, the crib with the backyard Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog Let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Cam] The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it Know when I get out they gon feel it Witness the realest |
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Look at my mind Floating away [Cam'Ron] I know fuckin' with a crook is whack I lied cheated still took me back What I do, turn around, ask you to cook me crack Boost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurts Cause you even ask me to come through to church What I do, act second rate I stole ten dollars out of the collection plate But I'm ready to change You got my heart, plus you smart And the sex is great And you hate rap I like that girl I argue with Keisha, I aint like that girl You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl You be that (?) you aint have to bite that girl And my baby got the best thighs And my whip she aint never got to test drive Copped here up, at five You paid attention when no one acknowledge me This is my public apology, Holla B [Chorus] Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah Baby, can we We can get the drop top or come through on the bike We could go where you want we could do what you like tonight Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah Baby, can we (where you wanna go) Where Italy, what Sicily, tell me girl, Disney world [Tiffany] He's the kind of guy that would say he baby lets get away Lets go some place oh Where I don't, care He's the kind of guy that will give it everything and trust your heart Share all of your love, till death do you part I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it Whenever he needs it When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it Loving him a little bit more each day Fears are at hold when I hea |
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Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET! [Cam'ron] Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney I was so damn grimey 'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes Or jewelry wit the X's O's My house had espestoes I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat Mice run around the damn sticky trap Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter Hit me, I was back at her Come home where I duck the DT's Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA! Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin' Where I begged Kim to have the abortion Money, brown bag, extortion Caution, where there's tragedy often Relax in a coffin And the bitch know I'm serious 'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period So come home wit me Where the girls wanna come home wit me They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!" Love to see the chrome wit me The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50 Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60 Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+ I'm the first one wit hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks AWWWWW SHUCKS! [Juelz Santana] Yo come home wit me To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes That's come to me Every night my girl crying "Come home to me" No! Come home wit me Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds Niggas don't listen to broads They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin' Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+ Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind 'Cause bitches leave them martians behind Pray to God that I'm fine Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me Come on walk through this cold city Where these kids need food Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck Phonies off, rentings backed up Come on home wit me, niggas strap up Hit the streets gats up Clap up, and get they money back up Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it So don't get trapped in it [Jim Jones] Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um... Leave me alone So early I was free to just rome Wit 7 keys to the home 11 trees to the dome 13 I ran the streets wit the chrome Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run And my dog stay bustin his gun Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun Keep a blade up in they gums This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from? Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door Fiends come coppin' the raw Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!" There's some locks on the door Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30 One gram on that butter is 30 Sold grams wit my cousin birdy School, cutting it early Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me Come on home wit me, these are the facts Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case And shit he still pleading his case Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you" But I wouldn't take them home wit you Come home wit me, get stoned wit me Get zoned wit me, the crome you see Dip set come home wit me Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa! Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana |
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Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? ([Cam:] Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice In front of sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort Jay puff shine, cases was caught Midnight pick fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, you from two-one Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one [Jay-Z] Coverage I synethestry Got rise from defending me Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up [Cam'Ron] Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug, You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love And we won't stop til I get back blood Holla at em Hov [Jay-Z] I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, holla, Dash Get the fuck off our dicks I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City |
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| 3:41 |
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Hey ma, what's up lets slide, all right, all right And we get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke I drink, me too, well good Cause we gon get high tonight Got drops, got Coups got Trucks, got juice, all right Cause we gon take a ride tonight So ma, what's up let's slide, all right, all right And we gon get it on tonight Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin' ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approach baby like Ma, What's your age and type? She looked at me and said use a baby right I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I know what ladies like Need a man that's polite listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me come stay the night She looked at me laughin' like boy your game is tight I'm laughin' back like show you right Get in the Car And don't touch nothing Sit in the car Let discuss Somethin' Either we lovin' or I'll see you tommorow Now we speeding up the Westside Hand creepin' up her left side I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on Hey ma, what's up lets slide, all right, all right And we get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke I drink, me too, well good Cause we gon get high tonight Got drops, got Coups got Trucks, got juice, all right Cause we gon take a ride tonight So ma, what's up let's slide, all right, all right And we gon get it on tonight Now That I got a girl my Ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin' On that Dave Hollister Tip Come over 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, booby'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 Jocose, I tell you my booby's real I mean she do be winning, luey spinnin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen' I see booby grinning She looked and said Cam I know that you be sinning Naw, I'm a changed man look at the range maim 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 You L, what up, I hit, what else plus dome, say word And we got it on tonight Hey ma, what's up lets slide, all right, all right And we get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke I drink, me too, well good Cause we gon get high tonight Got drops, got Coups got Trucks, got juice, all right Cause we gon take a ride tonight So ma, what's up, let's slide all right, all right And we gon get it on tonight |
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Cam'ron] Wake yo a** up You know I'm looking for a ho [Zeek] Word? [Cam'ron]I found a ho [Zeek] And? [Cam'ron] And the ho ... ended up being a ho [Zeek] Chu doing? [Cam'ron]My man zeek always told me a hoes gon b a ho Let a hoe fly Let the birds f****n' fly Let em fly right zeek? [Zeek] They f*****g fly away... Verse: I need a girl who can sing like Celina A** like Trina Tits like Janet Get beat like Tina Have u seen her? I mean, caked like Oprah chauffeur... Keep the toast in the toaster Tell me have you seen her? I did... Yeah I found one A little brown one Then she down son Cuz she pushed the beamer I should have knew something was up from the jump When I passed ma the blunt The b***h was a steamer I aint kiddin i had weed to blow I aint feed the ho We took a trip to Argentina I dont know why i died But pours i went fours inside the wh*re I found she wasnt cleaner Dirty b***h burnt me That concerned me Now I'm thirsty I'm looking for a looking meaner I'm gonna kill her when I see her So tell me, have u seen her? Tell me, have u seen her? [chorus] It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs But what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs, but what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... Verse: It's like treat her like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie good don't show her yo loot Girl i see u riding wanna roll in the coo See you with ice cream Want to go for a scoop I don't get mad Tell her to blow on my flute Before the i.e. you got it thrown on your crew Droopy, sad, i read it, whooee I'm glad u done it Sue me, what chu mad I said it? From front back side to side Never let a broke a** female ride I learned that down south from n***as in Texas Before I drink up I big up big guesses Imagine me get up against this Get her a Lexis You're figuring ... reckless Baby I'm sexist So back up, let me strap up before you give Cam that clap up I'm gon have to clack up [Zeek speaking] And why that nigga still going broke? This is for my n***as out there that DO use a condom For the first night... Then go brawl all the other times Where the psychological sense in that playa? You need to wash your face, get your mind right Girls up here is burning B***h burnt the braids off my n***a the other week.... Yeah, yeah, I know what to do I'm gonna get the p***y ATM started Before anything happens your gotta swipe your p***y across this board Let you know what's going on What type of temperature you running Cuz I can't stand n***as running out here to the clinic sitting down talking bout 'I aint nuttin Zeek, I'm over here gettin condoms' N***a, I seen you break the door down running to the nurse talking bout help me, help ME You damn right imma help you Imma hang your stupid a** right in front of the damn clinic [Chorus in background] The hell you gon come running 'my girls got a venereal decease Huh! her p***y lighting up like a light bulb...' Talking about a light bulb... Sh** A light bulb? Tell you what, engineer, venereal decease is going on down there It's crazy... Ladies is crazy I'm gonna write a book on how stupid n***as is [Chorus |
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| 6:06 |
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(Yo, pass me that phone) [Cam:] Hello? [Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam? [Cam:] Fuck is this B? State ya name [Guy:] Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me O nothing like that, though dog But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though Ad shit like that though dog But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean? [Cam:] Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man. You keep it gully and all this? What's going on what's your name fam? [Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie. Nggaz, niggaz just stay the fuck from my girl and shit You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and shit dog I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and shit man, word up Y'all niggaz fuck with my girl yall niggaz better tell me Tell me or something B, word up [Cam:] Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog I mean who's your girl? [Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin' games? You playin' games doggie? When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right? You running around fucking niggaz girls like that shit's to do you think that shit's to do? That shit ain't gully doggie I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks] [Cam:] Niggaz is fucking crazy [guy talks over beat] [Cam'ron] Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it's a cold world Your wife, I call her "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like "Get the fuck off me bitch" If she front, brui |
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[Cam'Ron] Killa, What we want uh I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick for a minute ya know, Dip set, freaky, jones, santana, uh Harlem [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, Yo, Ayo I just wanna come through ice in the crown I just want the coke price to go down I just wanna get a couple months, dog Not like for these pounds I just wanna have this orgy and these dikes to be down Want dro when I'm chiefin Want doe for some reason Want hoes to stop coming over knowing they bleeding I want head from east nava I wanna get the benz at least dropper Painted peach-cobbler Want a girl who don't need prada She could be a damn reeboker Long as she freak proper I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni Braxton Come over show ya homie action I want em now I want em wild I wanna bone they back in I wanna whip I wanna drop I wanna chrome reaction You should know I'd give a kidney to ya'll I want my women to shine I want my niggaz to ball I want it all [Chorus] [Juelz] Come on, Juelz, Dip Set killa killa, ya'll know what the fuck I want [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Yo, Yo Yo, I just wanna get money I just wanna get hoes I just wanna smoke weed and o's I just wanna get a million get low I just wanna do a album , shit 4 I just wanna live rich not po I just wanna be happy not stress I just want my girl to know right now I'm not happy I'm stress I just want the struggle to stop But on this beat I don't wanna talk I just want the muzzle to pop I don't want a job I just wanna hustle the Roc I just |
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| 4:07 |
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Chorus 5x] Bring 'em Dead or Alive Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive [Cam'Ron talking over the chorus] Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones [Verse 1] Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely Little faggot motherfucker like [Mike Lightly] Tried to get someone to pop my chain Getting robbed dog, is not my game My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang Reversed the situation, popped his chain Be happy we ain't pop his brain Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike.. Like it's coke money, aight? So you better have it, consequence could be a casket I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic I'ma leave 'em in the streets just splattered Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter Bring 'em to me [Chorus 5x] Bring 'em Dead or Alive Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive [Jim Jones talking over chorus] Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh [Verse 2] Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain For a block and cocaine, now it's back to my block and cocaine You know, re-in up, and fillin' up them pots with cocaine Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine Got watch for the cops and dey chains For them diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare I whips everything from automatics to gears Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM [Chorus 5x] Bring 'em Dead or Alive Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin' shit? They about to get hit with fuckin' clips You better let 'em know I got girls that'll buy my a quarter Supply me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+ [Verse 4: Jimmy Jones] Yeah, come on So you faggots have that money in order Jim'll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya' Now how is that for the drama suspense? Any beef, our piranhas get sent Kidnap your momma for rent Hot shots from the beretta'll a fly I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or alive Dip Set BOOM [Chorus 5x] Bring 'em Dead or Alive Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive |
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Yeah...yeah, nigga... Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard? It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA! My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me? We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with killers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed? How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag? How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag? Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel... (Killa! Killa!) Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..." Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... Niggaz wanna despise the team... ROC-A-FELLA When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! KILLA! EASY! Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh muh-muhfucka... |
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[Cam:] What up boy, boy? [Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood [Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy? [Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind [Cam:] 'Sup Smitty? [Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right now, boy, boy He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy [Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy? [Guy:] Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand? You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy [Cam:] Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy [Verse 1] Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch) From the wagon, garage to the house Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya') Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?" Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did She a houchie groupie Cooley is Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers High papers, that's my nature Do five you now, y'all die lat |
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Uhh, Killa, yo .. You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth, y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .. [Cam'ron] I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'll get you choked up I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up Almost doped up, but had no guts So I pimp all these hoe sluts When they period come it get slow but so what? I got big plans to blow up I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz "My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected Death to (?), "logic" I said Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead [Chorus] For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise [Cam'ron] Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings- |
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