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Cam'ron] I'm here now! Ha! Ha! I'm here now! They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b! They done fucked up lettin me in Un They done did it to themselves man! Eh yo you see him Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans To G 'em Wit land in Korea Take the leer jet flight When? Thursday night Overseas No fuck up is worth they life Huh you niggas heard me right Uggh for that persian white I go to church of christ Search a life Enough to cut a nigga from his merchandise My niggas ball for weight Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes To make em frosted flakes Oh, these jewels on my neck You say are out of sight My shit cost a cake You think you can afford a date I thought I'll let you know That my crew We intend to blow Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence And muthafuckin end your show When I say no What don't you understand the N or O Like that nigga Jigga said Yo, you either friend or foe So respect my wish I'm a perfectionist And wit the gun Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss Check the kid How many necks I twist Who expected this Exodus Flow over night Or even sex a bitch But I can get her Anytime I hit her off On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off Ask my nigga Digga Or my other nigga Mr. Ross I pray you get across To make it that you get across And, chumps like you Get mad and wanna holler rape But you live in the burbs' Your business is on the holidays Chorus [Noreaga] Now where my up north niggas at Wha What! Now where my down south niggas at Wha What! Now where my east side niggas at Wha What! Now where my west side niggas at Wha What! Now where my Harlem World niggas at Wha What! Now where my Iraq niggas at Wha What! Now where my N.O.R niggas at Wha What! Now where my Cam'ron niggas at Wha What! [Cam'ron] Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll I don't wanna rhyme I just need to talk wit ya'll How ya'll feel about me Yo, I think I'm pretty hot Cause when I rhyme Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop Then pull they skully down And put their ice grill on Like they don't trust a nigga And walk around the club Like they bout to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga The way I rhyme what Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up Next day same ice grill along the lineup Ya'll niggas' time up No mean to trouble you I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W What you mad about? I see alot of types of drawers I got alot of hoes But I'm really, really liking yours Not to nag her Wonder if I can bag her It ain't if I can have her It's how I'm gonna have her I'm a lay her like a quarterback On her back On the mat Found out that you wanna act We ran through her You want her back? Come on wit that You trick a hoe But when the bitch leaves You fuck around and miss the hoe Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe Choke and threaten the killer Like her last name's Carlisimo Listen yo Trick the hoe and get her doe That was pryor like Richard yo See I done been around the world See I met Puff and I no Mason But still the best nation Nigga is donation So let me hold somethin Yo, you can't change my livin This robbery's a holiday Call it Thanksforgivin' Cause you a turkey Talkin bout you sell weight Nigga you had soul mates I had sell mates But now I''ve been in the same three hummers For the same three summers And my dice game loves me and stays on the same three numbers. Chorus |
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What up on my Harlem niggas My BK niggas Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back 'Fore I bring out the guns And chest check Respect that Any girl I met that Hit that Love the way I spit that I don't kit kat Push your wig back Get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked Got a friend Have me kick that Get that Sit back School shit skip that Learn how to flip pack For the big stacks And the big act Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Came with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some shit Had to tap a chin with a fist When the ? Begin with a stich End in a kiss So yo so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6 See they all see the 12 But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh Play people Jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet Nigga wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to jug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a fuck about Un would've ? about I'm through wit' it Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Put fear 'fore envy Nigga I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Pennys While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta Monero Nieta Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta Or the black boots Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease 'em Girls ? 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you Cam- Fuck that it's not a game Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that Cam- Man fuck them niggas B Guy- Yo, you know what you do Cam- What? Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal Cam- Aight check it Aiyyo I'm ? Cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat Got you shook up attack huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up in check On this work of the rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right See baby boy I carry guns You know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm the only You a running back You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan Leave your whole brain dead Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnapings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play |
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| 3:29 |
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<i>[J.D.]</i> Lets rock and roll baby
<i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Killa Cam <i>[J.D.]</i> Yea <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> So So Def <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Untertainment <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> I'm here now <i>[J.D.]</i> Come on Ey yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar But you see me in the car that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamolie I did without Now I live it out Cars got to whip it out Every year I get it out Why I be long gone Where maybe Hong Kong Girls with their thong on I'm playing Don Juan Drinking Char Don Where the trauma You smoke weed what you think girl uh huh Start the car up Take her on a long ride Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side No I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Lemon like Bacardi Rock with safari But la de la de We like to party And every night believe we going to leave with somebody <i>[CHORUS]</i> We be rockin' and rollin' Now we rollin' and smokin' On the phone and we chokin' While you strollin' and hopin' For the tone which you spoke in And I know that you're open Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we be live Ey yo come on girlfriend I ain't no act of willy So when you around here don't be acting silly Ask her did he Come on I got teh baddest biddies Ass is pretty Like hoes down in Magic City Now you smoke hoes and the coco Niggas say I'm loco Cause I'm low low from the puffo Every night I stroke hoes No no for homos F doing promos I was Def already I just added to So So Wherever we at Ready to act Better be strapped I live the life around me Whoever is telling me that And when it come to the cash Bet I'm heavy with that If your man want to bet Bet he be cracked And your little girlfriend She was wet off the bat From the Chevy tonight Yo i'll bet she be back For the one night stand Yea the sex in the sack Yo I ask her if she miss it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on <i>[CHORUS]</i> Ey yo your girl around me thats like sand to a beach Or a gram to a K Or a branch to a tree Your money Thats my advance to cheat And you'll see me and Lance to the V Yea acting wild Jimmy back me child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now But I love when hoes call me The cats meow Cause I run up in them and I make their cat meow Are you hip to the dive How we get to teh thighs Half of my game yo that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the five And I'm right behind him in a coup that we drive Baby am i slick Oh your friends are sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my clique We get the dank and bounce And put another half a mil in my bank account <i>[CHORUS]</i> <i>[J.D.]</i> Untertainment So So Def Collabo You know Yea |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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(Phone Conversation)
(Cam:) Hello (Girl:) Yo Kam (Cam:) Yo mom whatsup whats goin on (Girl:) Yo I cant meet you later yo (Cam:) What Happened? (Girl:) Yo he stalkin me (Cam:) He in yo face like dat (Girl:) Like dat yo hold on Yo Im talkin to June Allright (Cam:) Damn he in yo face like dat (Girl:) Just like dat Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later (Cam:) Alright Alright (Cam) Ay Yo you got ta undastand Im like a food to tha world Cuz Im friends wit ya man Plus your cool wit my girl Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay But he know where u at every minute of tha day But since we learned to creep Is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep Its like a sin or a crime U in tha benz all tha time But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time Ill be selfish Sayin chancin tha long Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID And my girl in my face jus stressin me child But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial (Chorus) Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones (Cam) I feel bad but good uh huh When Im sexin u But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual The way you handle tha things Minds a professional But a real freak behind close doors And you have me open tha way u throw yours What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz And when u go down how u move those jawz Oh Lord For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about who we hurt But ?mom? i love ya technique Tha way u make tha bed squeak Ya man cant get it up Maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep In a lex jeep At a secret location do it again next week (Chorus) (Cam) Now that I sit here I lay distraught Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport Cause when Im wit my girl u even stay in thought And that dates back to my days in court Sayin u admired tha way I faught U aint even listen when my airplay was short Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it But u ever really think about is it worth it When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin mr. mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke (phone convo) (Girl:) Cam Im pregnant (Cam:) So Whatchu tellin me for (Girl:) Oh u can Lay down and make a baby But u cant take care of one (Cam:) Get outta here wit dat Righteous (Chorus till fade) |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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(chorus)
(Biggie on "Suicidal Thoughts") I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand.... Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again Hey Cam'Ron need a friend? Aww man we meet again Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear, You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years (Come on chill man, don't take me) Don't take you why not? Cause you rhyme now? Listen here muthafucka lie down Yo yo chill it ain't my time now Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS? Aww shit come on death I ain't know that, You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks But I was a little cat that ain't know jack So I know that but lets go black when they put you in the trunk of the gold hatch Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your necklace And what about when your ass drove wreckless Wha what in the Lexus? Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion Mom wanted abortion Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done? When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs? When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911 But to mean I was petty But now I ain't ready Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit. (chorus x3) Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me. Come on, my man It's your time, it's your time Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you Well why shouldn't I take you Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove follow Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant Look don't hand me the game Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain Look Cam, man, shut up But, but What, what Yo man that fucked up Yeah, well tough luck Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year Ayo what happened to em You know niggas on the hill sniped em Ayo why they just ain't fight em? See funerals I like em you see family and friends Yeah don't forget the snitches While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it. Matter fact death you got to give me one second Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die..... Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer Ayo I see you next album with my man lung cancer (chorus til end) |
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| 4:01 |
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| 3:56 |
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| 4:29 |
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| 10. |
| 3:42 |
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Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I aint dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised (Chorus) (Mase) Oh every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet (Chorus) Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit (Chorus 2X) |
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| 4:20 |
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(Cam'ron)
This song is about young children who live in single family homes and their mother or father chooses their boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this story and it starts back in '88. Yo, this nigga named d-rugs My moms dates him Swear to God I hate him If I could I would break him When he comes around, her brain sizzles like a Steakum Damn, can't jakes take him She neglected me Run around with this punk nigga recklessly Had him in her tounge Guess she was in ectasy For her love Took the best of me O-d'd excessively That's her boyfriend Or her toyfriend see Let me specify The last man Took the money Left the guy Desert dry And gave it to d-rugs He kept her high Runnin around He's a facial Smelled like a fragrance She sniffed it in her nasal Beggin her to listen I told her he ain't faithful Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel Ya'll so dumb Makin me look disgraceful He got a girl named Hazel And another white one But wit him he ain't racial (Chorus) I'm your mother I'm your daddy I'm that nigga In the alley I'm your doctor When in need I'm your Coke I'm your Weed You know me I'm your friend Your main boy Thick and thin I'm that monster in your dreams For my love You will feen. (Cam'ron) What the deal dun? It's '91 Moms still strung On this nigga d-rugs His game's tight Every night she tries to go pursue him Then she screws him But my man Un knew him Schooled me to him Said he got mad hoes He used to pimp him Said he can get you mad doe What you mean? He just ain't wit your mother He's got other partners He's a foreigner though The cops don't like Illegal alien Can't even say his name on the phone But you can get money with him Then leave him alone Or you'll be inside the new cuffs Plus a news rush Said some more about him Then he introduced us Took me to the block where everybody get him off Showed me his clientele Ever since--Hit it off He was right D-rugs got dumb freaks Men and women love him Got him 10 grand in one week. (Chorus) (Cam'ron) Now it's 98 D-rugs, he payed me well 500 S-E-L Got me land in A-T-L It's all swell Way before a felony But now that we together It seems that moms in jealous Cause he wit me now And everyone time I g him But when it comes to her She even pay to see him Eh yo, money excites me But my niggas on the block They got shysty Cause I'm wit d-rugs They don't like me Tried to snipe me Right before the damn feds had indicted And my mother Her nostrils wide Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized We both was arrested Stars of the block Her by cardiac Me by the cops But for my mother Man there's nothin but love But that's what we get--Fuckin wit Drugs. (Chorus) |
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| 3:52 |
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(Cam'ron)
Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and let ya'll bug me Cause I met a dime and the girl is lovely And though we in love she ain't all luvy-duvy Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me Don't worry if my babygirl trust me I don't do nothing for her to bust me I would love her if her rings were rusty Feet were crusty and arms were musty Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me And ain't nobody hittin that--just me If I cheat I know that she will bust me, crush me Cause she know how many girls lust me Back in the day they wouldn't even touch me Now they say they don't want nobody but me To tell the truth Them girls just disgust me Cause I already found the one that love me (Chorus) (Usher) It's all good Lovin somebody As long as somebody loves you back (2x's) (Cam'ron) Mess with her? I ain't have to But player I was glad to Brownskin dove But her love won't pass you Promised her a ring Along with a shine Never stressin my rhyme All she wanted is time Where she find me at Cause I'm a grimy cat Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at And you know the game a nigga got, I told her yo I don't always have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot You don't believe me Then pick a spot But remember, I lick alot Ayyo she likes to trick alot Cause she got a bigga knot Loves to see her nigga hot Worries if I'm jigged or not And her stuff--hot and divine And the things she coppes--top of the line Baby is hot and divine Always poppin some wine And then she told me Cam, I got a rock on my mind (Chorus-2x's) (Cam'ron) It feels good when you love em' And they lovin you back Go tit for tat Never scratch your back Matter of fact she touches and grabs Not to lust you bad Just to get you mad When we alone she screams and moans She don't front on me Cause she don't want to be alone Come on Everybody needs somebody Spanish girls screamin out Ay Papi! Take her out Uh-huh no doubt Then we lace her out Uh-huh no doubt Then we ski her out (Usher) Ski her out (Cam) Then we eat her out (Usher) Eat her out (Cam) Come on, where your man at? Where's your plans at? You ain't go away this year Where your tan at? Cause me and ma just came from the tropics Wit her legs cocked And she beggin me to stop it. (Chorus) |
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| 1:07 |
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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 dont know me or nothin like dat, though dog But yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though, and shit like dat though dog but im tryin, knawhaImean? Cam: Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man, you keep it gully and all this? Whats goin on whats ya name fam? Guy: Doggie, Doggie, you dont know me doggie, niggaz, niggaz just stay tha fuck away from my girl and hit. You know what im saiyn? my nigga gutter told me and shit dog im tryin find out, though whats poppin and shit man, word up Yall niggaz fuck wit girl yall niggaz better tell me, tell me or something B, word up Cam: Tell mya and tell you? Calm down, you not even talkin right dog, I mean whos ya girl? Guy: Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin games? when i catch you, it aint gonna be so fuckin funny doggie. Yall niggas think its all sweet, right? Your runnin round fucking niggaz girls like that shits to do you think shits to do? That shit aint gully doggie, Ima catch you, word up (*screamning, phone clicks*) Cam: Niggaz is fuckin crazy |
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| 4:33 |
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Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp Flow is flow Doe is do ho's a ho Chic's a chic Trick's a trick Bitch a bitch across the world So nigga getcha money and attend to your girl [Cam'ron] Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em rip'em and rock'em but if I hit'em I pop'em but if I lick'em I lock'em and I ain't famous at all Let my game tell it all but they a pain in my balls got to train'em like dogs from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house but i make, babies with babies let the street drive'em crazy they say "Cam, good you saved me" now I pimp'em and they pay me They feelin' it like Jay-Z or Suger Hill like AZ when Party Time like plainly I'm So-So Def like JD Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga Mad depressed I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest 'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion Chorus x 1 Now baby-cakes what's you're name? (Ain't no need to explain) Why is that? ('Cause I'm from Down South) Well I got Down South game And to mess wit' you this my last attempt 'cause I only like when you're ass is bent so they're dumb they're sashin you ain't know why you catch their pimp? go ask him, my whores are fresh so I afforded them 'xplore the rest tell you now backdoor's the best for the stress we never raw in flesh Why I'm sores aguess (?) I done pay for yeah I stack them chips condoms when i grab them hips kiss and mix you wrap them lips and if she act (smack the bitch) if she wack (smack the bitch) sad to see the way it had to be smack the bitch the bitch don't smack me Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines yo, my rhymes got a concubine 'cause I control they mind avoid the crew 'void the groove got more doe, than the fued got more hoes, than the few if I die they wouldn't know what to do whatcha think all they do is cry? tell you this between you and I forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide Chorus x 1 And now I'm drunk of the Henny now went off the Remmy now niggaz always envy now 'cause I'm good and plenty now and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow girls acting friendly now (Killa c'mon feel me OWWW) I leave'm past sleeping last weekend I took Cardin to get his ass eatin he said you pass freepin' but I'ma ace so throw your cards up but if you stink baby, I ain't hard up parl' up to wash up but that's insulting revolting but if you clean we ballin' eat you 'till you catch convultions and girls all feen, for the bod on my team and my mob think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God and all sluts, witht he V's let'em see how it be they be like "No, you ain't puttin' all that meat up in me" you wil'in out for the styinout girls say I'm foul and doubt but baby got to understand that's what my style's 'bout Chorus x 2 Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp |
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| 5:53 |
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Cam) Father (Minister) Yes my son (Cam) Forgive me for I have sinned Its been 21 years since my last confession (Minister) 21? That seems like a very long time for you to miss confession my son (Cam) Yeah but I'm only 19 (Minister) 19? (Cam) Yeah (Minister) Thats interesting (Cam) Yeah its like I just have these dreeeamz and you know Verse 1 Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Yo father where you wanna start How I love ladies Or how I'm slug crazy Or how I'm a thug maybe From a drug baby I mean more than just a slight high I mean father I'm blind out my right eye Don't mourn and cry Cause we were born to die So fuck mom and father cries I was one never to bother guys But when my girl got sadamized I was dramatized Shoved the dick down her throat and Told her it was a taste test and Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath I mean they fucked her and stuck her I said man, fuck a age test Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway I'm one that like to chase death But that guy, got to get him hit Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones My man with the crime sheet But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece And she had a nice figure Drove a nice Vigor And for mr to bag her That I had to be a nice nigga Wait, wait, don't appall me yo I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know But his wife did use to call me yo Now I roll for the hell I'm sorry father Let me go head and tell How I really wanna be old in a cell See my two year old nephew I swear I was holding him well Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried I had to scold him and yell Ya know one thing led to another I said oh what the hell Then I threw him against the wall His parents I told them he fell Thats why I'm going to hell This shit ain't going that well Too many things I did that aren't loose Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost My grandfather got me mad And I peed inside hid orange juice And asked him if its tangy When I'm angry Then one day When I thought it wasn't a sin left I ran into my aunt With the fat ass and the thin chest I don't really wanna talk about it Or get in depth But father I'm gon' leave you With this last word called incest (Cam) You know what I'm sayin'? (Minister) My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord. Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened, that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath |
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| 2:36 |
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| 4:20 |
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| 4:21 |
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(Cam'ron)
Shut the fuck up punk! Give me that shit! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthafucka Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Niggas need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 (Chorus)-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme (Cam'ron) Now your store grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee shit And his wife had a grenade That's when my niggas sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that bitch laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real Nigga let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together Nigga that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the nigga wit China white They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day In the worst way (Chorus) |
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| 4:19 |
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[Cam'ron]
Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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