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from Woo (우) by Michel Colombier [ost] (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
<i>[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]</i>
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 <i>[Cam'ron]</i> 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 ladies wit 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, on Sugar Hill like AZ Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D. 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 <i>[Chorus x1]</i> 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 damn dumb you ain't stash a cent You ain't know I get cash to pimp go ask him, my whores are fresh Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest tell you now backdoor's the best for the stress we never raw in flesh Why I'm sores aguess (?) I get paper, 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 Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes 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 <i>[Chorus x1]</i> And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi 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 cum up in me OWW) I leave em past leaking Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me" You whylin out, for the styinout girls say I'm foul and doubt but baby got to understand that's what my style's bout <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good? [Psycho Drama and Twista] Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light? [Psycho Drama] Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggaz and pull it The trigga aimed, deliver you niggaz these rigorous bullets It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in Fuckin' wit niggaz you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodlums That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin' Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit You niggaz remember that I got that potion To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all.. [Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel to make me wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome I stilla be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all... [Cam'Ron] Y'all niggaz play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town(Sha Town) The boy get nasty, To law enforcement blast me Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be Put it right all for Polaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code red I already got beef with the feds Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled(Flii-Flii) When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not.. [Chorus - 2x] (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigga pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk [Cam'Ron] Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch [Twista] Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likeness I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my niggaz make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin' niggaz duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk Guns nigga we get 'em and bust murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush [Chorus - 2x] |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
[chickens clucking in background]
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song] When I come through All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck When I drive through All the chickens go cluck, when I All the chickens go cluck, when I All the chickens go cluck, when I, yo, yo [Cam'ron] I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin They way I floss, y'all chcickens, should be cluckin One bird chirp, got blunt wit me She work up at Starbuck, front on me I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick Fucked up bad, real, real, thirsty chick You just chop, called you karate chick Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch Like your sister, she was just a crack chick Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch? Like Cam is a son of a bitch That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your tits But I, got a girl, we all call her "Licka" Cuz she drink liquor, let another girl lick her If you licky, licky, we all could play But I don't eat nothing that can walk away, Killa [chickens clucking] When I come through... When I drive through... Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine... All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go... [Juelz] Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before And you know that they different than whores Same rules, never put your dick in 'em raw But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw Cuz she listen, been through it, did it before But you gotta watch 'em close cuz they blab they mouth Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth Then fuck her til she cluck her whole basket out Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin' She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin' Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin' Hope you got a metro card or a token They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens And they love when I don't stop, keep diggin Make 'em wanna cluck more, make 'em wanna fuck more [chickens still clucking] Uh, uh, Killa, uh, uh, what, uh When I come through... Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through... Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine... All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens [Cam'ron] Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken Took L advice, slap me a chicken But my girl don't need no type of brains Just get down, gimme some type of brains And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim But if your head right I might ice your chain [Juelz] It's a shame how y'all chicks admire the jewels Niggas wearin white gold y'all inspired them fools But I'ma tell you chicks once Only thing you gon' get from Juelz is dick and some big blunts And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick But don't worry baby it's about this thick [chickens continue] Uh, when I come through... Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000... My chain is $45,000... My pinky ring is $25,000... The year of my car, match the year that it is What you expect a chicken to fuckin do? Y'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin Uh, when I come through... When I drive through... [cluck to the end] |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[chickens clucking in background]
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song] When I come through All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck When I drive through All the chickens go cluck, when I All the chickens go cluck, when I All the chickens go cluck, when I, yo, yo [Cam'ron] I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin They way I floss, y'all chcickens, should be cluckin One bird chirp, got blunt wit me She work up at Starbuck, front on me I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick Fucked up bad, real, real, thirsty chick You just chop, called you karate chick Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch Like your sister, she was just a crack chick Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch? Like Cam is a son of a bitch That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your tits But I, got a girl, we all call her "Licka" Cuz she drink liquor, let another girl lick her If you licky, licky, we all could play But I don't eat nothing that can walk away, Killa [chickens clucking] When I come through... When I drive through... Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine... All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go... [Juelz] Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before And you know that they different than whores Same rules, never put your dick in 'em raw But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw Cuz she listen, been through it, did it before But you gotta watch 'em close cuz they blab they mouth Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth Then fuck her til she cluck her whole basket out Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin' She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin' Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin' Hope you got a metro card or a token They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens And they love when I don't stop, keep diggin Make 'em wanna cluck more, make 'em wanna fuck more [chickens still clucking] Uh, uh, Killa, uh, uh, what, uh When I come through... Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through... Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine... All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens [Cam'ron] Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken Took L advice, slap me a chicken But my girl don't need no type of brains Just get down, gimme some type of brains And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim But if your head right I might ice your chain [Juelz] It's a shame how y'all chicks admire the jewels Niggas wearin white gold y'all inspired them fools But I'ma tell you chicks once Only thing you gon' get from Juelz is dick and some big blunts And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick But don't worry baby it's about this thick [chickens continue] Uh, when I come through... Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000... My chain is $45,000... My pinky ring is $25,000... The year of my car, match the year that it is What you expect a chicken to fuckin do? Y'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin Uh, when I come through... When I drive through... [cluck to the end] |
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from Mariah Carey 8집 - Charmbracelet (2002)
VERSE 1
I can’t help it When I’m not around you (Boy) ’Cause all I ever seem to Do is drift away In dreams about you ’Cause when I’m without you (Boy) It always seems like Part of me is missing baby VB1 Sometimes I don’t call Like I don’t care at all But secretly, you’re the only thing That lifts me up And makes me smile When I’m unhappy All you gotta do is call And suddenly things don’t really Seem so bad at all CHORUS (Boy) I need you (Boy) Adore you (Boy) Gotta have you (Oh boy) I wanna feel your touch This ain’t no little crush So come and get my love Baby anything you want Feeling you (Boy) Fiending for you (Boy) Just waiting on you (Boy) When I see you (Oh boy) I’m gonna wrap you up Inside my love And never let you go boy Never let you go boy VERSE 2 My heart races when My Motorola beeps Or my cell rings I just make a wish and if it’s you My whole day changes ’Cause when I know You’re thinking of me (Boy) Heaven knows Suddenly it’s not so dismal baby VB2 Sometimes I don’t call Like I don’t care at all But secretly, you’re the only thing That lifts me up And makes me smile When I’m unhappy All you gotta do is call And suddenly things don’t really Seem so bad at all CHORUS (Boy) I need you (Boy) Adore you (Boy) Gotta have you (Oh boy) I wanna feel your touch This ain’t no little crush So come and get my love Baby anything you want Feeling you (Boy) Fiending for you (Boy) Just waiting on you (Boy) When I see you (Oh boy) I’m gonna wrap you up Inside my love And never let you go boy Never let you go boy CAM’RON RAP CAM’RON & MC I... (What?) Need... (Who?) You... (Uh huh, uh huh) I wanna feel your touch... (Why wouldn’t you) So come and get my love (Show me where it’s at - now sing) I... (What?) Need... (Who?) You... (Uh huh, uh huh) I’m gonna wrap you up (Wrap me up) And never let you go boy Never let you go boy (Never let me go, girl) OUTRO (Boy) I need you (Boy) Adore you (Boy) Gotta have you (Oh boy) I wanna feel your touch This ain’t no little crush So come and get my love Baby anything you want Feeling you (Boy) Fiending for you (Boy) Just waiting on you (Boy) When I see you (Oh boy) I’m gonna wrap you up Inside my love And never let you go boy Never let you go boy |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[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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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
[verse 1] mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly i'm on butter pirelli's wit' purple and yellow, hello thats butter and jelly i flip butter on celly's all right in front of the deli holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly (and what else) and i got hella gear my earring is nice the price 3 townhomes in delaware uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce hip hop hooray i got to get that yayo off thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash still stop and i laugh, ma put them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab play you for what you gon' play yourself ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog don't play with your health. [chorus] mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em', oral...choke em' and choke em' i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but the cops say i'm [verse 2] i get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon stop it, my closet, macy's mens department pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey you'll get hurt play me burp let the dirt chase me every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in the clinic, no student can heal shit better than college, after that, students home at least after your bid, ain't no student loans to pay back, jack, ask what do you condone hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome now they done juiced marone?? knock, knock are you at home i'm a call he, girls call the crib and ask are you alone .....killa [chorus] [verse 3] we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow watch sanford in son i'm like the buzz in rolo afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana i don't razor wrist's i keep eighths of piff the games and the chick like kobe imma rape the bitch razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth d on the block just like jadakiss haters shift, plead the fifth, spray the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa dipset, dipset [chorus] |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas |
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from Wolfgang Gartner - Weekend In America (2011)
●◎★일렉트로니..
Zoongta Lucky Date - Ho`s And Disco`s (Space Laces Remix) Freakhouze Hirshee - Smash The Disco (Radio Edit) Freakhouze Freakhouze - Get Up (Calvertron Remix) Freakhouze 곡 116 | 담기 10 | 추천 4 |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
[skit]
Yo Weez wasup man Yo word man, you hear them niggas man, them niggas is pussy man, word man What happened? What happened? Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man T-Today, I... Straight like that today man We gon murder them niggas man Assed out man I heard they do they thing though Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man No doubt HOOK: You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo [Verse 1] Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it So, chain danglers, are in danger When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss Though, motherfucker we was prone to die Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker HOOK: You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six [Verse 2] Ayo they used to call me "Work Out" Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out Now murk out, before you get cursed out Bangin they fun, same as the sun Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court Mean thoughts all over a teen porch Wait, don't have to tell you shit Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit? Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money But everything's gonna to be all right, why Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up HOOK [Verse 3] This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing] Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing] Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing] Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing] And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing] Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing] Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing] Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing] Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch ?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed! Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you! HOOK |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[skit]
Yo Weez wasup man Yo word man, you hear them niggas man, them niggas is pussy man, word man What happened? What happened? Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man T-Today, I... Straight like that today man We gon murder them niggas man Assed out man I heard they do they thing though Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man No doubt HOOK: You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo [Verse 1] Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it So, chain danglers, are in danger When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss Though, motherfucker we was prone to die Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker HOOK: You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six [Verse 2] Ayo they used to call me "Work Out" Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out Now murk out, before you get cursed out Bangin they fun, same as the sun Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court Mean thoughts all over a teen porch Wait, don't have to tell you shit Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit? Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money But everything's gonna to be all right, why Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up HOOK [Verse 3] This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing] Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing] Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing] Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing] And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing] Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing] Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing] Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing] Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch ?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed! Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you! HOOK |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(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 need 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 AIDS 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 boastfully, that he will not heal. Verse 2 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See father I lost my scruples Went straight banoodles When I raped that putu And tried to turn the putu Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles Now I'm chased by the voodoos See what that dust does I love that Vanessa heffa But I jerk off 'til I bust blood Oh yeah I got my balls pierced And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year He........ (Cam singing) Hey little baby don't you cry Mama gon' make sure you get high Put that vodka in your milk Make sure that your bottle filled Oh that was just a little song my mother Sang when she was stressed yo I don't know why she got mad when I cry If the bitch deaf yo Who the F know But death row I'm coming by the inches And them niggaz outside on the benches Don't think that we in the trenches Cause we got a 600 And we ride like the Princess But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess 20 years old and dead BMX days he played the front I rolled the pegs My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed Tellin' me to hold my head Askin' why I scold my kids Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas To touch the drugs I sold and did But fuck it I'll take my own life And cut a vein Black Why don't you do like the cartoons And tie me up to the train tracks Or fuck the glory Why don't you drop me from the 6th story That'll be a sick story Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories Oh father don't start me tweakin I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening That cold November weekend When I had to grab that Deacon And put him into my dungeons of heathens And then in tongues I was speakin (Cam speaking in tongues) Then I woke up to loud preaching Oh thats just the Pastor Flippin through the Bible Reading the scriptures on the rapture I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture He missed me by a hairbone fracture But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture But yet aiya Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire Like Jebaniah Y'knaw I'm sayin cause It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit Father I feel like I'm dying quick Thats why I ain't shit (Cam) So, could you just please fuckin' help me please? (Minister) My son, my son (Cam) Please (Minister) I understand that you're stressed my son, but don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads.... |
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from Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Make It Reign (1998)
[Lord Tariq]
Yea, yea, one more time Seventies shit, got the lean Shit is leanin, it's to the left It's just leanin, dribblin Like he gave it a bag of dugy Or a bag of that Tango and Cash It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq) Aiyyo I been through many places Done many things Seen the eyes of many faces From New York to Texas To the faces on Rolexes Not a racist or sexist And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz Nothin less than a Lexus Bubble eye with V-V-S's Trouble minds and troubled times Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times And we searchin for this nigga to try I'm bubblin mine If we don't get him now then we will in due time I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes I get caught then my mind's defendin my son's rhymes Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time I been through it under the influence Bustin off I'm runnin into it See me say he didn't do it Put the nine to his mind and blew it Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music Makin killas say he's too sick when he do shit But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit I treat my nine like a new bitch And the shit do kick, word Chorus: Lord Tariq I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson [Fat Joe] Play rap loud, politickin business Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now But still could blaow any nigga actin irate now Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease Been around the block seen grams converted to keys Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things And takin over City Hall My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this Chorus: Fat Joe I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington Paterson, Broadland I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil. Trinity, Creston, Walton [Peter Gunz] I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam On my head like a infrared he's dead, but I redeem Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga Gunz motherfuckers ain't really knowin I'm really goin And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you gotta wear this Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless The only thing between us if you stop my cream is a glock nineteen, and I'ma pop like steam Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth Chorus: Peter Gunz I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man On the West side of town with a gun in my hand 74th, Vice Ave. Bryant, Longfellow, Hope Ave. Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man On the West side of town with a gun in my hand Lambert, Tremont, Concousre, Jerome Ave. 3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson [Big Punisher] Yo we the Bronx avengers Partners in these peelan adventures We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless So be conscious of us, if you march against us I'ma call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences We large placentas and you small change Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge Leavin niggas John Blaze Crime pays if you nice with yours The Bronx is where you fight for yours Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game This ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery Chevies and Willies be chilin in front of every facility Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest You could save the best for us But you still better place your bets on us The Bronx baby, where the best get blown My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes Chorus: Big Punisher I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
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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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye (verse 1) Listen - I been coppin them pieces Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin But I'm gettin head She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir) I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked out and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) Who ill? A check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring And I'ma hold them things (verse 2) Look - talk to 'em Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop +Blocka Blocka+ the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being +Bout It+ If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) Little niggaz need to sit up and read If the town's too hot, get up and leave Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's forever (verse 3) Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust I used to hop the bus Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush Shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile Hundred grand, I demand it Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child And that's forever man (Cam'ron speaking over fading beat) You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true) Made a lotta enemies (true) Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you do your life over again? (You right about that) I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat (Verse 1) Yo, shorty get a desk and chair Now wit the guess appear But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what) Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends But I lost brothers some best friends Word life, we all bredgren But we all speak and nobody budgin Cause we all stubbrin Yeah, we let the hate rise Give each other fake fives Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes True in all sequals (true) You too of all people Guess they right money is the root of all people A nigga front on them though I triggered at em' I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug Live my life wit drugs (drugs) Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here) (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 2) Uh, One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse Six feet deep being crushed my the earth Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money) Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst And all my life put in nothin but work Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church Y'all talk about things I've done to my life You talk about things that I've done to my wife I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater For the life I lead, things I done A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man) As the man of the house I had to bring income (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 3) Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh) Stand on this mothafuckin block again? Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo) See alotta men get shot up bad Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital) So I don't rhyme for excutives It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives Get my messages, hell no Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread But I shook it off smiled of course kid My girl wildout on some child support shit I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all) But girls will flip like Dominique Daws I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall If I do my life over, I repeat all (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun, but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (repeat 2 times) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true) Made a lotta enemies (true) Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you do your life over again? (You right about that) I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat (Verse 1) Yo, shorty get a desk and chair Now wit the guess appear But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what) Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends But I lost brothers some best friends Word life, we all bredgren But we all speak and nobody budgin Cause we all stubbrin Yeah, we let the hate rise Give each other fake fives Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes True in all sequals (true) You too of all people Guess they right money is the root of all people A nigga front on them though I triggered at em' I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug Live my life wit drugs (drugs) Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here) (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 2) Uh, One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse Six feet deep being crushed my the earth Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money) Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst And all my life put in nothin but work Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church Y'all talk about things I've done to my life You talk about things that I've done to my wife I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater For the life I lead, things I done A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man) As the man of the house I had to bring income (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (Verse 3) Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh) Stand on this mothafuckin block again? Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo) See alotta men get shot up bad Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital) So I don't rhyme for excutives It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives Get my messages, hell no Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread But I shook it off smiled of course kid My girl wildout on some child support shit I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all) But girls will flip like Dominique Daws I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall If I do my life over, I repeat all (Chorus) When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun, but would you do it again? When comes a song All those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? (repeat 2 times) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
[Cam'Ron: Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix) DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix) [Cam'Ron: Verse 1] I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it [HOOK] DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [4x] (this is the remix) More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x] [Cam'Ron: Verse 2] Yes honey got money, yea my money is right But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight' Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price You don't do math, eight million in ice And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell' Battery triple A, where the icicles lay And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!) Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!) Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K! And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa) And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa [HOOK] DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [8x] (this is the remix) (DIPSET!, KILLA!) More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
[Cam'Ron: Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix) DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix) [Cam'Ron: Verse 1] I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it [HOOK] DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [4x] (this is the remix) More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x] [Cam'Ron: Verse 2] Yes honey got money, yea my money is right But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight' Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price You don't do math, eight million in ice And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell' Battery triple A, where the icicles lay And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!) Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!) Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K! And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa) And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa [HOOK] DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [8x] (this is the remix) (DIPSET!, KILLA!) More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x] |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
How i get robbed in cali
i be with cali thugs got mobbed in cali yeah that cali love come chatter mouth have my bling black is out stick me what thatt about i was the only rapper out beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet like im chump change jimmy with his gun game im fun aim lax gun range white load the felly fell holla at the kid proper if somethin happen skip rappin the'll be big choppas ghetto byrd word cause i keep the big choppas no disrespect niggas killed big poppa the williams sista ro9meo from steve harvey got the drop get the drop no please sorry got weed on me no need gaurd me im what you need probly we teach robbery (Coro:) we ride in that east side please roll up my weed high we ride in west side the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty south side midwest uptop when we outside but we ride in that eastside so please roll up my weed high (Jim jones:) my momma allways told me aim for the sky so i came out aimin bangin at guys it was mainly slangin kane by the pies and the fiends was payin for dangerous high o b and amonia we mix it down no sleep on the corner the pitch mound and police when the saw us they frisk us down we all hate marajuwana and coke now so tell bloomberg its a rezy take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy f**k the phone getthe word by mouth when the winter roll around no byrds fly south f**k the cops got hella folks in prison hand over the option but the cell codes still livin (Coro:) (Cam'rom) dope man smoke man o's float the boat no coke for sold man though tan wo man sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla) watch the kid from 140 bake they say shorty straight 48 grams turn 4 to 48 all i do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler) i still bubble o's still double o's still double my double down in the double o big pimp in the caddy akron spingfield cleveland cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it im strangly ganged like pac im gang related (holla) (Coro:) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, think I'm easy to touch, Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack Chorus: Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz Verse 2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all little men, I be Un man ??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall can't see these flows, If you wanna be stars see the CEO chorus |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, think I'm easy to touch, Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack Chorus: Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz Verse 2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all little men, I be Un man ??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall can't see these flows, If you wanna be stars see the CEO chorus |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders premeditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me Air 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy (on fire) fox minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my flick It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face you're it It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got bacon to bake Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking a way Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa [Hook] [Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild hundreds You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders premeditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me Air 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy (on fire) fox minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my flick It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face you're it It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got bacon to bake Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking a way Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa [Hook] [Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild hundreds You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Verse 1]
Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This aint the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp Oka-ka-kay, you ga-ga-gay I'll suflet ya toupee, and bottles be a bouqet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That 45 trey duce spade spray you stayed Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years the spain had to time share Back to time square, I got dimes here By the port authority, but I got more authority Your girl she order more E, check she forge it for me Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me [Chorus - Nicole Wray (Cam'Ron)] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone, we bout to make the Jones cry (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) [Verse 2] From the back of the cop ride, the black on black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed From whippin the bacon rolls, to outside whippin the bacon rolls Sanai Lathan knows, i'm rakin but makin dough Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin the pocono's I'm talkin to Aspen's the slopes we go You get the okie doke, play me baby i hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinnochio Fuckin Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fooshsnickens And I don't trust a ho, That's mother to baby mother Motherfucker you look like a lady lover I'll tuck slap her, dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink, come get drunk it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home, Yup Hit E.T. up on the cell phone As your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, dipset, family ties [Chorus] [Verse 3] You see me in that lavendar tank, you rather just faint I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavendar paint, ride with the rappers Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra And i'm appauled, thinkin we ain't all comfortable Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker And who you sposed to be, get hung from the roseries Call me C.O.D. thats Coke and them Oser D Some O.D.B. off them Oser D I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me [Chorus] |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(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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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
[Guy singing]
I need a freak I need a freak Girl I need a freak [Verse 1] I'm the one who is the low-key Don dick stay hard, call me Pokemon 'cause I'm the one they call Cutie pie I'm the one with the Gucci tie I'm the one with the brand new Benz, droopy eye thats the one they said "I knew he'd buy" I'm the one who be fly I'm the one that hit it from the back, dookie pie oh, you ain't gon' sue me right? whats that there? your coochie (aye!) I'm the one to play it off I'm hard already girl, make it soft Sisqo wants to see your thong, I wanna see you take it off or I'll pull it to the side, break it off right to left, up and down, front to back turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back. [Chorus - (man singing)] I need a freak I want a freak thats what I need tonight at every club I like a freak I need a freak I need a nasty girl, girl I need a freak [Verse 2] I met this one girl smokin' a blunt I went to her house, she starts to front nah, I gotta potty, why you teasin'? pulled out my dick, why you cheesin'? then while I hit it, why you wheezin'? hold up girl, why you sneezin'? pull out my dick, why you bleedin'? when I get my clothes, "why you leavin'?" but Ma had chrome to play wit' shoes by Joan and David when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it "Ooh, I taste it" "Ooh, my favorite" that girl had me out my thug I liked her alot but her mouth I loved right to left, up and down, front to back turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Females, go 'head, act surprised ya'll like sex more than guys pop the question, they get silly you got your period? "umm, not really" whats that mean to be polite? "It's the last day and it's real light" yeah right, you leak leaky call me next week, I'm not that freaky some girls come for a dance see that fat ass all in a stance all I do is a touch or a glance you won't have Killa Cam bust in his pants. [Chorus 4x] |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[Guy singing]
I need a freak I need a freak Girl I need a freak [Verse 1] I'm the one who is the low-key Don dick stay hard, call me Pokemon 'cause I'm the one they call Cutie pie I'm the one with the Gucci tie I'm the one with the brand new Benz, droopy eye thats the one they said "I knew he'd buy" I'm the one who be fly I'm the one that hit it from the back, dookie pie oh, you ain't gon' sue me right? whats that there? your coochie (aye!) I'm the one to play it off I'm hard already girl, make it soft Sisqo wants to see your thong, I wanna see you take it off or I'll pull it to the side, break it off right to left, up and down, front to back turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back. [Chorus - (man singing)] I need a freak I want a freak thats what I need tonight at every club I like a freak I need a freak I need a nasty girl, girl I need a freak [Verse 2] I met this one girl smokin' a blunt I went to her house, she starts to front nah, I gotta potty, why you teasin'? pulled out my dick, why you cheesin'? then while I hit it, why you wheezin'? hold up girl, why you sneezin'? pull out my dick, why you bleedin'? when I get my clothes, "why you leavin'?" but Ma had chrome to play wit' shoes by Joan and David when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it "Ooh, I taste it" "Ooh, my favorite" that girl had me out my thug I liked her alot but her mouth I loved right to left, up and down, front to back turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Females, go 'head, act surprised ya'll like sex more than guys pop the question, they get silly you got your period? "umm, not really" whats that mean to be polite? "It's the last day and it's real light" yeah right, you leak leaky call me next week, I'm not that freaky some girls come for a dance see that fat ass all in a stance all I do is a touch or a glance you won't have Killa Cam bust in his pants. [Chorus 4x] |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
(Cam'Ron)
where the fuck you at, where the fuck you at uh ain't a damn thing funny bitch betta have my money nigga where the fuck you at and if you bust yo gat where the fuck you at (Cam'Ron) ayo move em in move em out trapped in shoot it out porno whore corner store wanna war on the floor time up lyin down fuck ya doin crime now killa Cam side town fuck ya doin ridin round creep toes keep it close never know when you'll see the ghost come by my yaucht you'll see the clothes come to my block you'll see the coke love the way I grab that cash now laugh you love the way I smack that ass backflash you sniff foul powder over clam chowder ya little rascals like Alfalfa while we listening to wild salsa la la la bamba come through in a hummer la la la bamba face down ass up that's the way we like to fuck after that pucker up baby girl we like to suck sucka what never duck that's not what my hoods about put without a doubt so bitch put it in your mouth (fuckin mouth) Chorus: Where the fuck you at, and if you bust yo gat where the fuck you at and if ya niggas sell crack and if ya niggas get stabbed where the fuck you at wha wha wha wha ain't a damn thing funny bitch betta have my money wha wha wha wha where the fuck you at what you saying mothafucka where the fuck you at (Noreaga) step in da place every time I check in the case I have ya niggas straight quittin like ya niggas is Ma$e no disrespect cuz Ma$e my nigga ayo Cam my nigga ayo even Cardan my nigga stay in kila Cam block in a van my nigga N.O.R.E what you know I make my tips I'm from Iraq and now we got bloods and crips wild like the iotolla my Star Tac my motorolla hen rock mixed with Coca Cola stashed my weed but I still got weed to roll up hold up smoke and drink till we throw up I grew up in da hood and I am happy as good was on section A now my section is good nasty don tell my niggas cast me on in Germany yo I tell them hoes blast me on wha wha wha wha wha wha Thugged out Entertainment Chorus: Where the fuck you at, and if you bust yo gat where the fuck you at and if ya niggas sell crack and if ya niggas get stabbed where the fuck you at wha wha wha wha ain't a damn thing funny bitch betta have my money wha wha wha wha where the fuck you at what you saying mothafucka where the fuck you at (Cam'Ron) ayo I spit spit flow flow get get dough dough switch switch yo yo six six fo fo sling sling clip clip drug ring big brick sling sling big dick pretty thing thick chick cop cop nice nice shot shot twice twice and I got slice slice rock rock ice ice drink drink old gold bitches wanna volvo new shit was whoa whoa now we got that cocoa chon ton won ton chincs call us wantan cuz we all souped but we all cute and we all couped yo call queen loose bitches over frontin I want their jaw loose we got more troops get you hawed of juice stop frontn' yo you ain't sawed off proof whips whips course course big big boss boss six six floss floss get get lost lost (fuckin mouth) Chorus:(2X) Where the fuck you at, and if you bust yo gat where the fuck you at and if ya niggas sell crack and if ya niggas get stabbed where the fuck you at wha wha wha wha ain't a damn thing funny bitch betta have my money wha wha wha wha where the fuck you at what you saying mothafucka where the fuck you at |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+ Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly" Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley" I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind" They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl) You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude in Play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga) Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga) Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga) Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga) They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl) My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga) Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a maury flow, from the maury show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty I was down forty, now I'm up fifty Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Cam'ron]
Uh huh, Killa, They never said we couldn't get down It's like I'm psychic and shit I called this shit about 5 years ago Dipset all day everyday man Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky be home 07, (uh), let's go Remember, I'm a man of respect, remember, Remember, Santana was next, Now it's not teks, it's checks, and vans he collects, I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man, Word to my grandma, he one bad MamaJamma, damn, So I don't write for the stardom, I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I been through it headed right for the bottle, DC, nah, would'a been a sniper in Harlem, That's why I throw some dough, to my cody from Kostovo, Help me get on Overflow, no one supposed to know, But she lay me up, like the Priminister, Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Hine vinegar, That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her, When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers, Money missin', oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers, Slit some wrists, that's when they said 'Oh shit, he's not a singer', Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert, This pistol, I squeeze it, Missles if needed, KILLA, Remember, I'ma spend my cake, Remember, Jim, we gettin' outta 5H, Now, chefs a' fry us steaks, It's a higher stake Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake, And we from BBO, now you a CEO, Direct the VEO, your own album, here we go, That's my man, anytime I holla, holla wit' me, We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar fifty, Budget 7 dollars, nickel bag and white owl, I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child, We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls, Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible, Magical, pop's gone, shit's tragical, Mum's omission, my house is where the addicts chill, I'm like the teacher, I need me a sabbatical, It's not irrational, I grew up radical, And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks, Fuck you R'n'B niggas, Zeek sing all the hooks, Tito and Bray, Yes yes, come again, They came sun or rain, When I had that stomach pain, Uh |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
And now a word from out local sponsor
(Beth Melillo Speaks) Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S. A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds with homicide being the leading cause of death How is it possible that 200 million guns are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners? Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets along with the consequences DipSet, Please (Verse 1) That's my word word, I flip herb, birds Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd Stop lyin' lie for what Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck Said word, word nigga Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L (Hook) This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun) This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) (Beth Melillo Speaks) Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun? Juvenile gun possession is a problem If a child obtains an improperly stored gun the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa) The restrictions are endless (Verse 2) Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug) You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend I better get squashed (why) When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn) Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope) Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at) In front of the corner store under the canopy Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this) That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (What happened) don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya (Hook) |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
And now a word from out local sponsor
(Beth Melillo Speaks) Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S. A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds with homicide being the leading cause of death How is it possible that 200 million guns are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners? Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets along with the consequences DipSet, Please (Verse 1) That's my word word, I flip herb, birds Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd Stop lyin' lie for what Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck Said word, word nigga Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L (Hook) This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun) This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) (Beth Melillo Speaks) Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun? Juvenile gun possession is a problem If a child obtains an improperly stored gun the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa) The restrictions are endless (Verse 2) Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug) You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend I better get squashed (why) When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn) Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope) Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at) In front of the corner store under the canopy Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this) That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (What happened) don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya (Hook) |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(Cam'Ron: Intro)
Trumpets Please I Wanna Welcome Everybody To... Killa Season Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) They tried to play us (WHAT?!) But they can't fade us (WHAT?!) A bunch of haters (WHAT?!) But we the greatest (WHAT?!) That mighty dip....(WHAT?!) The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!) Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! You know I'm strapped for the drama Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I) They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at! Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST! Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe Juelz he fuck with the cocoa Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no.... HO HO HO HO HO....IT""S DIIIPSET!!! OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!) (Cam'Ron: Hook) So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! Flashin bras (WHAT?!) The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!) Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!) CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!) GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS! (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! Yall really wanna get this started? We all can act retarded Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!) Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease! You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn) Through ya Dungarees Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch) Beat it, ain't no losers here Ma tryna move up here Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock* Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not! And my game so tight And my aim so right In a Range all white Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!) But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight (Book) Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(Cam'Ron: Intro)
Trumpets Please I Wanna Welcome Everybody To... Killa Season Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) They tried to play us (WHAT?!) But they can't fade us (WHAT?!) A bunch of haters (WHAT?!) But we the greatest (WHAT?!) That mighty dip....(WHAT?!) The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!) Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! You know I'm strapped for the drama Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I) They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at! Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST! Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe Juelz he fuck with the cocoa Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no.... HO HO HO HO HO....IT""S DIIIPSET!!! OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!) (Cam'Ron: Hook) So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! Flashin bras (WHAT?!) The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!) Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!) CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!) GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS! (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! Yall really wanna get this started? We all can act retarded Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!) Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease! You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn) Through ya Dungarees Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch) Beat it, ain't no losers here Ma tryna move up here Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock* Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not! And my game so tight And my aim so right In a Range all white Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!) But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight (Book) Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set Dip...Dip..Dip Come And Fuck With The Set So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!! WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!! |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
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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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(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 Y'all fuck up it's worth your life Huh, you niggaz heard me right Uggh, for that persian white I go to church of christ Search a life First to cut a nigga for his merchandise My niggaz ball for weight Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes To make em frosted flakes Oh, these jewels on my neck You'll say the Lord I'm saved My shit cost some cake You think you can afford a date But yo your men should know That my crew, we intend to blow Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence And motherfuckin 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 list, how many necks I twist Who expected this, Exodus Blow over night, or even sex a bitch But she catch feelings everytime 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 The point we get across To make it that you get across And cats 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 a lot of tightened jaws I got a lot 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 kiss 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 to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough That was Pryor like Richard yo See I done been around the world See I met Puff and I know 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 cell 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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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Cam'ron/Chinky Brown Eyes)
Killa, Killa, Dipset man Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man But ain't no place like Harlem man Me break it down man We tie dynamite to the rhino type, whine you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that c I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First visit warn, day job tick a tron Night time, missed the mom, bootleg Chris and Don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this s***'s the bomb I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a long lista dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world Everybody like Cam got the recipe now Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin' we smile In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail Talking to a cell mate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, s*** You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy Stuck, killed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chub's milk Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hustla, in my heart, trapped is the game A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that man In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, s*** And when I rap, it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stash box, just one time S***, they'll put the dogs in the trunk Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a f*** They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I'll run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances, one on one with the K9 Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips F*** y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world Killa |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
Killa (Killa)
Dipset man Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man But ain't no place like Harlem man (Let) me break it down man [Verse 1] We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First visit warn, day job tick a tron Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a long lista dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful [Chorus] Why I feel like I'm loosin weight? Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world [Verse 2] Everybody like Cam got the recipe now Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin we smile In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy Stuck, killed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that man In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit And when I rap it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time… Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck They want that button, Lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances, one on one with the k9 Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips [Chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
(feat. Hell Rell)
(Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS I WAS THE WIIILDEST... THAT WAS CHILDISH... NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS HE WAS A HUSTLER SHE'S A CUSTOMER NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET BUT IM A STREET TARGET CALL ME A MEAT MARKET I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN? NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE?? (Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread) Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed) I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?) Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?) Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo) Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?) I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot) Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) "Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I'm saying this real clear y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears (Cam'Ron: Bridge) THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM (Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
(feat. Hell Rell)
(Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS (Cam'Ron: Verse 1) Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS I WAS THE WIIILDEST... THAT WAS CHILDISH... NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS HE WAS A HUSTLER SHE'S A CUSTOMER NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET BUT IM A STREET TARGET CALL ME A MEAT MARKET I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN? NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE?? (Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS (Cam'Ron: Verse 2) They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread) Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed) I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?) Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?) Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo) Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?) I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot) Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) "Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I'm saying this real clear y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears (Cam'Ron: Bridge) THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM (Hell Rell: Hook) HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Verse 1]
I know you heard me in british rob But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling But I run the circus like ring-a-ling I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling (jing-a-ling) That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping Pow, pow, .45 load thing Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming Ching chong like a higher Chow Main I buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel, naw Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up [Verse 2] I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work Put my 2 to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse You get low on dough, the few the first I don't need you high like I'm high But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly Fresh, Lui Vuitton ankle Pastel, Lui Vuitton rainbow Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango's Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals Moved on an angle, like a baler malodor The two gon' tango Shake your body mami, move your body hottie Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a mazarattie They all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly I don't talk like the swolly mami [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up [Verse 3] Lady, dry your panties Damn, she wanna right her family Tell em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy And I got all type of candy Whats that? Victoria Secret Here's Lapearla, come peep it This lingerie that you could honor A Wonder woman, ouuiii, go on play Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling Goddamn mam', not a damn thing [Chorus] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
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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from Westwood (2003)
[Cam'Ron] + (women)
Hey ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (me too) Well good - cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (got coups) got trucks (got jeeps) All right - cause we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight [Juelz Santana] Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approach baby like, 'Ma, what's your age and type?' She looked at me and said, 'Youse a baby right?' I told her, 'I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I know what ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night' She looked at me laughin; like boy your game is tight I'm laughin back like sho' you right - get in the car And don't touch nuttin, sit in the car Let's discuss somethin - either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow Now we speedin up the Westside Hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin, on that Dave Hollister Tip Come over let's swallow and sip, I'm like momma is sick I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks (Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel Plus got them Gucci nails, uh You a cutie still (still) And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with uzis, Suzuki wheels To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real I mean she do be winnin, looey spinnin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen I see booby grinnin She looked and said, 'Cam, I know that you be sinnin' Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am (Look) I got a whole new game plan Looked and said, 'That's nuttin but game Cam' She was right; she was up in the Range man (she know me) Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin the cell That's right, I had to call up L [Cam] + (Juelz) Yo L (whattup?) I hit (what else) Plus dome (say word) and we got it on tonight [Chorus] |
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from 1 Volume Two (2003)
[Cam'Ron] + (women)
Hey ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (me too) Well good - cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (got coups) got trucks (got jeeps) All right - cause we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight [Juelz Santana] Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approach baby like, 'Ma, what's your age and type?' She looked at me and said, 'Youse a baby right?' I told her, 'I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I know what ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night' She looked at me laughin; like boy your game is tight I'm laughin back like sho' you right - get in the car And don't touch nuttin, sit in the car Let's discuss somethin - either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow Now we speedin up the Westside Hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin, on that Dave Hollister Tip Come over let's swallow and sip, I'm like momma is sick I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks (Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel Plus got them Gucci nails, uh You a cutie still (still) And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with uzis, Suzuki wheels To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real I mean she do be winnin, looey spinnin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen I see booby grinnin She looked and said, 'Cam, I know that you be sinnin' Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am (Look) I got a whole new game plan Looked and said, 'That's nuttin but game Cam' She was right; she was up in the Range man (she know me) Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin the cell That's right, I had to call up L [Cam] + (Juelz) Yo L (whattup?) I hit (what else) Plus dome (say word) and we got it on tonight [Chorus] |
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from Hip-Hop Pre-Cleared Compilation (2008)
(Cam'ron and Women)
Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gonna get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gonna take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright We gonna get it on tonight (Juelz Santana) Now I was down town clubbin, ladies night, Seen shorty she was crazy right, And I approach baby like, Ma, What's your age and type?, She looked at me and said you's a baby right?, I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like, And I know what the ladies like, Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice, I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe, Come with me come stay the night, She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight, I'm laughin back like sure you're right, Get in the car, And don't touch nothin', sit in the car, Lets discuss somethin', Either we lovin or I'll see you tomorrow, Now we speedin' up the westside, Hand creepin' up her left side, ready to do it, Ready to bone, ready for dome, 55th exit, damn, damn already we home, Now let's get it on Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gon get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gon take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight (Cam'ron) Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit, Told me to acknowledge her quick, She like Cam stop frontin', On that Dave Hallister tip, Come over lets swallow and sip, I'm like momma that's it, I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks, They all say i'm rotten and rich, But not her, boo be's real, High heel dooby feel, plus got them gucci nails, uh, You a cutie still, and this my down girl too, Ain't no groupie deal, We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels, To the jacuzzi, I tell you my boo be's real, I mean she do be winning, louie spinnin, Go to the crib she got the gucci linen, I see boo be grinning, She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinnin', Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range mam, I got a whole new game plan, Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam, She was right; she was up in the range man, Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell, That's right I had to call up L, (Cam and Juelz together) Yo L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word, And we got it on tonight Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good Cuz we gon get high tonight Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright Cuz we gon take a ride tonight, So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright And we gonna get it on tonight |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[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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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh) In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?) My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh) What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?) She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all) I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed) The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it? [Chorus x2] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season [Amended Version] (2006)
Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh) In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?) My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh) What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?) She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all) I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed) The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it? [Chorus x2] |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
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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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
(Cam'Ron)
How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? (Kay Slay) You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO (Cam'Ron) El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man (Kay Slay) Yo son (Cam'Ron) What's good? (Kay Slay) I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her (Cam'Ron) Slap her? (Kay Slay) Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her (Cam'Ron) Off the bat? (Kay Slay) Off the bat, just backhand her (Cam'Ron) Why's that, though? (Kay Slay) 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' (Cam'Ron) *Laughing* That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knawmean? (Kay Slay) Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight (Cam'Ron) Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... (Verse) Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' (Kay Slay) Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em
[Hook] You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em You niggas don't want it Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em My niggas they get it...money Ya'll niggas can't get it...money We'll kill ya to get it... Money, money, money, money [Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana] It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em If he blink wrong...Kill 'em If he think wrong...Kill 'em Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day, no I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day And then I let a round off maynn Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn [Hook 2x] [Verse 2 - Juelz Santana] When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake 'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cam'Ron] What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones Santana, I give any part to homes eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome Right with my orange stones, we aren't home Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the lookout Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial... Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa |
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from Cam'Ron - Purple Haze (2004)
[Oprah Steve]
Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [cam'ron] [verse 1] With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want do to me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like guinepeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy [chorus] [Oprah Steve] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [verse 2] I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best [chorus] How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes [chorus] |
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from Cam'Ron - Killa Season (2006)
[Oprah Steve]
Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [cam'ron] [verse 1] With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want do to me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like guinepeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy [chorus] [Oprah Steve] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [verse 2] I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best [chorus] How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes [chorus] |
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