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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 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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (1998)
(yo pass me that phone)
Cam: Hello? Guy: Yo, yo, can i speak to Cam? Cam: Fuck is this B? state ya name Guy: Yo, yo, hello yo, you dont know me or nothin like dat, though dog But yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though, and shit like dat though dog but im tryin, knawhaImean? Cam: Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man, you keep it gully and all this? Whats goin on whats ya name fam? Guy: Doggie, Doggie, you dont know me doggie, niggaz, niggaz just stay tha fuck away from my girl and hit. You know what im saiyn? my nigga gutter told me and shit dog im tryin find out, though whats poppin and shit man, word up Yall niggaz fuck wit girl yall niggaz better tell me, tell me or something B, word up Cam: Tell mya and tell you? Calm down, you not even talkin right dog, I mean whos ya girl? Guy: Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin games? when i catch you, it aint gonna be so fuckin funny doggie. Yall niggas think its all sweet, right? Your runnin round fucking niggaz girls like that shits to do you think shits to do? That shit aint gully doggie, Ima catch you, word up (*screamning, phone clicks*) Cam: Niggaz is fuckin crazy |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
<i>[J.D.]</i> Lets rock and roll baby
<i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Killa Cam <i>[J.D.]</i> Yea <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> So So Def <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> Untertainment <i>[J.D.]</i> Y'all know <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> I'm here now <i>[J.D.]</i> Come on Ey yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar But you see me in the car that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamolie I did without Now I live it out Cars got to whip it out Every year I get it out Why I be long gone Where maybe Hong Kong Girls with their thong on I'm playing Don Juan Drinking Char Don Where the trauma You smoke weed what you think girl uh huh Start the car up Take her on a long ride Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side No I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Lemon like Bacardi Rock with safari But la de la de We like to party And every night believe we going to leave with somebody <i>[CHORUS]</i> We be rockin' and rollin' Now we rollin' and smokin' On the phone and we chokin' While you strollin' and hopin' For the tone which you spoke in And I know that you're open Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we be live Ey yo come on girlfriend I ain't no act of willy So when you around here don't be acting silly Ask her did he Come on I got teh baddest biddies Ass is pretty Like hoes down in Magic City Now you smoke hoes and the coco Niggas say I'm loco Cause I'm low low from the puffo Every night I stroke hoes No no for homos F doing promos I was Def already I just added to So So Wherever we at Ready to act Better be strapped I live the life around me Whoever is telling me that And when it come to the cash Bet I'm heavy with that If your man want to bet Bet he be cracked And your little girlfriend She was wet off the bat From the Chevy tonight Yo i'll bet she be back For the one night stand Yea the sex in the sack Yo I ask her if she miss it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on <i>[CHORUS]</i> Ey yo your girl around me thats like sand to a beach Or a gram to a K Or a branch to a tree Your money Thats my advance to cheat And you'll see me and Lance to the V Yea acting wild Jimmy back me child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now But I love when hoes call me The cats meow Cause I run up in them and I make their cat meow Are you hip to the dive How we get to teh thighs Half of my game yo that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the five And I'm right behind him in a coup that we drive Baby am i slick Oh your friends are sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my clique We get the dank and bounce And put another half a mil in my bank account <i>[CHORUS]</i> <i>[J.D.]</i> Untertainment So So Def Collabo You know Yea |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(Cam'ron)
Shut the fuck up punk! Give me that shit! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthafucka Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Niggas need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 (Chorus)-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme (Cam'ron) Now your store grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee shit And his wife had a grenade That's when my niggas sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that bitch laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real Nigga let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together Nigga that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the nigga wit China white They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day In the worst way (Chorus) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I aint dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised (Chorus) (Mase) Oh every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet (Chorus) Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit (Chorus 2X) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
[Cam'ron]
Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire (1998)
(Phone Conversation)
(Cam:) Hello (Girl:) Yo Kam (Cam:) Yo mom whatsup whats goin on (Girl:) Yo I cant meet you later yo (Cam:) What Happened? (Girl:) Yo he stalkin me (Cam:) He in yo face like dat (Girl:) Like dat yo hold on Yo Im talkin to June Allright (Cam:) Damn he in yo face like dat (Girl:) Just like dat Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later (Cam:) Alright Alright (Cam) Ay Yo you got ta undastand Im like a food to tha world Cuz Im friends wit ya man Plus your cool wit my girl Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay But he know where u at every minute of tha day But since we learned to creep Is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep Its like a sin or a crime U in tha benz all tha time But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time Ill be selfish Sayin chancin tha long Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID And my girl in my face jus stressin me child But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial (Chorus) Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones (Cam) I feel bad but good uh huh When Im sexin u But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual The way you handle tha things Minds a professional But a real freak behind close doors And you have me open tha way u throw yours What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz And when u go down how u move those jawz Oh Lord For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about who we hurt But ?mom? i love ya technique Tha way u make tha bed squeak Ya man cant get it up Maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep In a lex jeep At a secret location do it again next week (Chorus) (Cam) Now that I sit here I lay distraught Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport Cause when Im wit my girl u even stay in thought And that dates back to my days in court Sayin u admired tha way I faught U aint even listen when my airplay was short Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it But u ever really think about is it worth it When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin mr. mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke (phone convo) (Girl:) Cam Im pregnant (Cam:) So Whatchu tellin me for (Girl:) Oh u can Lay down and make a baby But u cant take care of one (Cam:) Get outta here wit dat Righteous (Chorus till fade) |
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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 [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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(yo pass me that phone)
Cam: Hello? Guy: Yo, yo, can i speak to Cam? Cam: Fuck is this B? state ya name Guy: Yo, yo, hello yo, you dont know me or nothin like dat, though dog But yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though, and shit like dat though dog but im tryin, knawhaImean? Cam: Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man, you keep it gully and all this? Whats goin on whats ya name fam? Guy: Doggie, Doggie, you dont know me doggie, niggaz, niggaz just stay tha fuck away from my girl and hit. You know what im saiyn? my nigga gutter told me and shit dog im tryin find out, though whats poppin and shit man, word up Yall niggaz fuck wit girl yall niggaz better tell me, tell me or something B, word up Cam: Tell mya and tell you? Calm down, you not even talkin right dog, I mean whos ya girl? Guy: Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin games? when i catch you, it aint gonna be so fuckin funny doggie. Yall niggas think its all sweet, right? Your runnin round fucking niggaz girls like that shits to do you think shits to do? That shit aint gully doggie, Ima catch you, word up (*screamning, phone clicks*) Cam: Niggaz is fuckin crazy |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
JD: Let's rock and roll baby
Cam'Ron: Killa Cam So So Def JD: Y'all know y'all know y'all know y'all know Cam: Untertainment I'm here now I'm here now Cam: Yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar See me in the car let's start with the double R Range Rover Rolls Royce even got a rocky Roly See mo' ice than a hockey goalie Maybe eatin' guacamole I do it out Now I live it out Cars gotta whip 'em out Every year I get it out (Why?) I'll be long gone (Where?) Probably Hong Kong Girls wit they thong on I'm playin' Don Juan Drinkin' Sean John, Where the trau mon? You smoke weed, whatcha think girl? Uh-huh Start the car up, take her on a long ride She think my steerin' wheel on the wrong side No, I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Le Mon like Bacardi Rock like safari But, la di da di, we likes to party And every night believe we gonna leave wit somebody CHORUS We were rockin' and rollin' Now we roll it and smoke it On the phone and were jokin' While ya strollin' and hopin' For the tone that we spoke in And I know that ya open Pour some Branson, Lye Ha, a brand new five Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we live Cam: Now come on girlfriend, I ain't no actin' willie So when you around me don't be actin' silly Accididdy, come on I got the baddest bitties Ass is pretty, like hos down in Magic City Now you smoke hos, with the coco Niggaz, say I'm loco 'cause I'm low-low from the po-pos Every night I stroke hos No-no to homos, F doin' promos I was def already, I just added the so-so Wherever we at, ready to act, betta be strapped Live the life around me whoever tell me to pat And when it comes to the cash bet I'm heavy wit that And if your man wanna bet, I bet he be set And your little girlfriend, she was wet off the bat From the Chevy Senette and yo I bet she be back For the one night stand, yeah the sex in the sack I ask her if she miss it then tell her to kiss it CHORUS Cam: Yo your girl around me is like sand to a beach, or a gram to a ki, or a branch to a tree Your money, is like my advance to a g And you'll see me and Lance in a V Actin' wild, Jimmy back me child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now? But I love when hos calls me the cat's meow (meow) 'cause I run up in 'em and I make they cat meow (meow) Are you hip to dive, how we dip to the drive? 1/2 of my game, yo that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke, from the hoop to the five And I'm right behind ya in a coupe that we drive Baby am I slick, all your friends is sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my click, we get the dank and bounce And put anotha half a mil in my bank account CHORUS JD: Untertainment, So So Def, collabo, you know, yeah |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(Cam'ron)
Shut the fuck up punk! Give me that shit! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthafucka Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Niggas need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 (Chorus)-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme (Cam'ron) Now your store grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee shit And his wife had a grenade That's when my niggas sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that bitch laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real Nigga let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together Nigga that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the nigga wit China white They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day In the worst way (Chorus) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I aint dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised (Chorus) (Mase) Oh every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet (Chorus) Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit (Chorus 2X) |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
[Cam'ron]
Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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from Cam'Ron - Confessions Of Fire [Clean Version] (1998)
(Phone Conversation)
(Cam:) Hello (Girl:) Yo Kam (Cam:) Yo mom whatsup whats goin on (Girl:) Yo I cant meet you later yo (Cam:) What Happened? (Girl:) Yo he stalkin me (Cam:) He in yo face like dat (Girl:) Like dat yo hold on Yo Im talkin to June Allright (Cam:) Damn he in yo face like dat (Girl:) Just like dat Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later (Cam:) Alright Alright (Cam) Ay Yo you got ta undastand Im like a food to tha world Cuz Im friends wit ya man Plus your cool wit my girl Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay But he know where u at every minute of tha day But since we learned to creep Is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep Its like a sin or a crime U in tha benz all tha time But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time Ill be selfish Sayin chancin tha long Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID And my girl in my face jus stressin me child But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial (Chorus) Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and its all done Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones (Cam) I feel bad but good uh huh When Im sexin u But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual The way you handle tha things Minds a professional But a real freak behind close doors And you have me open tha way u throw yours What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz And when u go down how u move those jawz Oh Lord For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about who we hurt But ?mom? i love ya technique Tha way u make tha bed squeak Ya man cant get it up Maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep In a lex jeep At a secret location do it again next week (Chorus) (Cam) Now that I sit here I lay distraught Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport Cause when Im wit my girl u even stay in thought And that dates back to my days in court Sayin u admired tha way I faught U aint even listen when my airplay was short Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it But u ever really think about is it worth it When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin mr. mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke (phone convo) (Girl:) Cam Im pregnant (Cam:) So Whatchu tellin me for (Girl:) Oh u can Lay down and make a baby But u cant take care of one (Cam:) Get outta here wit dat Righteous (Chorus till fade) |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Uh huh hey I remember when
I back in the days When I ain't hot shit now that I got shit Niggas wanna keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown R Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with Benini schemes Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist But yo throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin thug money Cop so much huh they say I love money carats like bugs bunny So lets slide you got the right thong Dju don't know I'm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs To the BM REM's are Muy bien It's R Kelly killer Cam Baby girl can you dig now Next time we see him yo we laying Mr Biggs down To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Yo I used to be in Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo all my people givin eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute when they can't stand me R Kelly yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul Everything that we spit on is platinum gold But now it's for the love for all the players and the thugs Yo it's a party goin on meet me right at the club We got some chickens in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving till six in the morning Thugged out my people gettin head while we on and Tear the club up every time we performin Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Because this shorty right here lookin good in my face Ay yo it's so deep I told shorty just last week Uh huh it's like you remind me of my jeep To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Only ballers be allowed up in here Money makers got my thug niggas watchin my rear for player haters Eighteen and I'm livin a dream go figure How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger Don't sweat that stick to rap nigga try that Call my nigga R Kell if you need a hit black And when you get it make it known baby who did it It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it Now here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas Left out the club with her friend now she jealous Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep sleep sleep I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep Got your girl sayin' Yo who he So let's ride to Rockland's party uh huh Check Ghetto pro federal Jay Z shake the dice let em go Bet a load I tear down every show Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row Says R Jay y'all all I need is four bars I'm hotter than a lotta men Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color then hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you ought to rewind find there's more to find Now pop that cork then pour the wine Represent New York to Chitown like what Floss mine like of course my what Never cross my family can we all get along Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz Not your baby daddy but Jay Z true that is Better school that kid on who's shoes that is Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Let's get together and make this make this loot Trackmasters Rockland Make this loot Untertainment Come on players Thugged out Come on players And we out like that Rock a fella ya'll |
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from Case - Personal Conversation (1999)
(Cam'Ron)
Yo, yo, uh, uh Y'know how Cam act drunk or playin' sacks, stand back Have a girl with a grand pack on Amtrak Real shrewd, all these niggas be harrasing a dude Eat a girl that's mad or put glass in my food Or kill me in my sleep or fill me in deep And if we in Alaska, still we feel heat She know how to treat me, don't bug me or beat me And after she skeet me, she f**k me (Case) I remember the days when I wanted you And tell me, dancing lady, said to step to you But now that I'm gone, attitude's gone Say you wanted me all along What should I do for you? (Chorus) Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous I know I need a baby I can trust Oh, when it comes to you All I wanna do is give it to you Now don't pretend it ain't my antics that attractted you Ain't nothing changed about Case since I first met you But now that I'm on, your attitudes gone You say you wanted me all along What should I do? I always wanted to give it to you Touch you in the places you wanted to Now is my time to put it on you If only you tell me you want me to (Chorus) (Cam'Ron) Uh, uh, uh Nice girls with a fella thought I need a hoe that make her tell that bitch Come give me from the Hella Port With a blunt roll, hear her bone Fault even with the stunt Case be unfold, drink milk a month old Be duckin' a fever with one roll And no one to console, come roll With Big Pun and, yeah, Kenny Smoove Take a bath, bitch And get her in any move (Chorus to end) |
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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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (2000)
All my harlem niggas my bk niggas back uptown baby lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical but shit is gettin critical The way cats bitin is dispicable Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the fuck we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You wanna cry? Let me know You wanna die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You wanna fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray And nigga might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your ass right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his jewels and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right CHORUS You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, bitch, and you yell Turn homo, kiss and you tell Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? You know how we get niggas? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get niggas Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich niggas Big niggas, talk slick nigga Got shit to spit nigga CHORUS x2 |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Cam'ron:
(Chorus) Why I feel like I'm losin' weight Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny, bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies 4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day >From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker Chorus(Prodigy): Prodigy: I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall murder rap, clown niggas back down yall Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Bout some, but never put out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes Who real ??? check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit and niggaz flashin' crazy Chorus(Cam'ron): |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
You do what you do where you live I do what i do where i live That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo... [verse one] Where i'm from kids get it hectic But get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dislexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girls fate just for abortion money Honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like avion Type a shit my niggas get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?) Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan Shit, only thing i leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo [verse two] Now it's gangs out here Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin Look out y'all, here the padon wagon Cops or punks, hit em with the pump Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say "Ching chang maka halia" Yeah, shit like that! Get my gat, click my clack Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas Am i a vantriloquiste? Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis Be carefull, Harlem World will get this [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo... [verse three] Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale And i don't run the crack spot Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop One of the have-nots to brick money Then i came thru in the six yummy Ya whole click sick tummy But be carefull, out in this game Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed [chorus] My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... [repeat x2] [outro] Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
{Dialing}
"Thank you for calling the--" {Dialing} "I will be... Please hold." I'm grimey. I like-- I still get head from crackhead. {Ringing} "Hello?" Yo this Cam, man. "What's up?" What's the deal neal though nigga? "Nothin, I'm chillin." "What's happenin? "Nothin, I'm chillin." I was just thinkin about the head you gave me yesterday, that shit was kinda good. "{laughs} So you decided to call." No doubt. I really came to see if you were comin to the orgy this weekend. "When?" On most likely Saturday. "Saturday?" Yeah. You got lengerie right? "Of course." Alright, alright. You say you ain't f**kin with no bitches. I told some bitches about you already, they said they wanted to eat you, they was ready. "Oh my God! What's wrong? They don't even know me. They've never even seen me." I told em a little description you know. "Uh uh." A little boom, boom, boom. "You gotta stop playin. No I told them you don't get down. My niggas is ready though. "How you say your niggas is ready?" You act like you gonna be the only girl. |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
<i>[Jay-Z]</i>
uh huh, yeah <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college) Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All i did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she dont want the phone act She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit <i>[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]</i> Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yo, yo, ayo Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school" Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' See me on broadway, know what im buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin A slow case n', verdict probation Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" See what happen', stopped the crackin' Start rappin', quit the clappin' <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that i became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more the clutch, money more the touch I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, for dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arrainment, Killa <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> That's how it go on my block Mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arraignment |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Cam'Ron] I'm not going to watch this go on any longer You put my food in the dark and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck I look like I'm not going to watch this go on any longer WHOOOOOOOOOOOO [Clue] we going to set this off [Cam] I'm on ya'll Harlem, who else is going to hold us down Bloodshed niggas lets get it right this time understand Killer Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies And I can't act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude ass, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!) I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Tell me it's the man, can't be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert Calasandi [Chorus:] You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU The one that's scared of some yay yo, always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch [Cam] I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though believe me I would say y'all names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying I'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know I'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest Ma, keep all your rice Wedding ring, HELL NO I like all my ice Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest You the type talk about everything you got now I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl" My rings like a dog, all rock wild When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!" I see y'all concerned about me you don't got to go to school to learn about me [Chorus:] Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price, yoke that's nice, THATS ME The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, you all about nothing, YOU Biatch [Cam] Told you I got us this time around niggas Feeling me some, HUH Harlem, I got us nigga Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over It's fuck us so fuck y'all Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch [Clue] AND I.......... |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers You got a lot to live for Shit fuck all that I'm fam you live for me then Fuck that shit Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed [Verse 1]: Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip Crash the car crush the whip There was one time I love the six fuck this shit Trust a chick never that It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip Fuck like a neck fuck I expect I could get weight I'll take half of his cake Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate And the beef up the hill is real gettin live Still sittin by still gettin high Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em Approclamation what detoxication (Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion Whoa I'm so high you're so high What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what [Chorus]: What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? [Verse 2]: Yo yo I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college So that mission obolished straight street life power Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone What do it matter they just realte the business Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark We ordered the pie you sort of a lie You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what [Chorus] Bloodshed there Grandma dead |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog, its killa dog, ill kill you dog, What means the world to you Cause money mean the world to me I'm a shine for the world to see Pearl the V twirl the key cock back kick back and twirl the weed (Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one done pop one scrub not one Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns and i got hot one's But i wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick Wit a porno flick (Uh)Make sure my comes go on a lick More to sip but screw that Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it after that swallow it Stand by baby where you at huh? Raise ya hand high You dont suck what that's a damn lie Got red rye my man ride my fam tide So i need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit Someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my meal wit It's that there look wit you and be out for your revenue then even at you and she'll be blessin you Caressin you startin that mess wit you But you always good for now and plus no friends around So girl jus come lift up that dress for now And give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah My cousin tandelese see the gurl type honory But the girlfriend was real real real fond of me But the girl put her on to me and I'm like why I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her let alone pursuing her I got a gurl she like what that got to do wit her Get through wit her mess around my gurl come down and put two in her But I'm in a heavy case like the type that pepsi make Who you fake got pies like betty bake Top balla in every state In Chi im mike Boston I'm Kenny In Miami im Timmy and Phoenix I'm Penny damn in Harlem I'm Sammy order or so What the hell you want Got sons guns run run Make them run run skate take one From young one's dumb dumbs Hit wit the dumb dumbs hit wit the stun gun Oh damn young hon where the gurl come from And i wanna meet her can i greet her Yo we in my bed for now She said oh no my spine on respire now Well give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah Ladies say (ah) scream it out speak it out It's that time of the month for you leakin out say oww (oww) Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe down for a little lay dick on the low yall know I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick (oww) Squeeze the click (oww) go home and get freaked again Yall know i like that sex wit the right cat Rings make them iced stack [Cam'ron:] Yo now hold up mama I don't want you to be no hoe I done layed them, J'd them That's right played them hoes [Girl:] I ain't one of them hoes Why you come wit them hoes when I come for the doe Keep them under control What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Whatever
I’m in a whiptail smashin’ it Mase wen’t to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil’s Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin’ targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin’ out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin’ belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? cause I ain’t slapped a ho in a minute I’m low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same fo frontin’, be the same fo who’ll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures [Chorus] For my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Cats don’t mess with ya’ll, cause ya’ll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, “Let’s get money” Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury I’m 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin’ me first Took ‘em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an’ll squirt Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can’t stand is a pussy chick I need a “Here ma, goof this in your pussy” chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY [Chorus] To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep, getting it sweet Have ‘em licking your feet (Whatever) Yo, yo, let’s stab ‘em, let’s stick ‘em Let’s get ‘em, get all of his spinach Grab ‘em, and flip ‘em, while Killa get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I’m limbin’, I’m just fronin’ ya’ll; ya tittes I’ll touch ‘em, I’ll kiss ‘em, I’ll hug ‘em, I’ll suck ‘em If I’m with a chick, most likely I’m trying to fuck ‘em Not tryin’ cuff ‘em, tryin’ a duck ‘em, lyin’ I love ‘em Have with a pie in they’re oven Shit, to me, ya’ll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin’, beat it, go find a husband Shit, that’ll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I’m at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I’m at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won’t stop my chedda [Chorus] For all my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey’s that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep Getting it sweet, have ‘em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don’t care how bad no chick is, I ain’t licking nobody’s feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog, one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about Spade: Ayo They wanna flip me Bounce me Half and quarter ounce me Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me Hit me four five rubber grip me Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me Dimes wanna twist me Nah you can't kiss me Go 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris me Baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool Motherfucker Cam'Ron: Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast Everybody smart in math Loan sharks with cash Running from the narks and task Streets arts and craft ? Come on I start to laugh Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass Now a nigga paid out suede couch I'm into hooded things Bitch butt be way out These cats be Hecliff When I come around they play mouse Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom Heavy in arms In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover Collar big Cotton candy blue gators polishment Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment We pour it on 'em Meet a snitch throw wall off on em Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double Guns double tecks Hoes double sex Accountant handle my money but I double check Bubble lex Ain't too much more I care about Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a few differ Nigga pelican slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final call Gun up in the spinal cord I got no time for y'all We 8 digets you play frigate Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits Around us straight midgets Jewels we keep frozen Y'all keep dozing The wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozen Bitches calling me husband Saying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochie I'm dyin for a hoochie With an iron for a boobie Casino style diamonds in the doopey But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie But need work Plate of a kind If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop buck fifty Gun shoot buck fifty Bear facts ? buck fifty Air Max buck fifty Only New York nigga to fuck with me On her period blood sticky Same night flood missy Play Toronto like Doug Christy Fuck Christy Louie the 13 Slugs with me Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
[Intro]:
Yeah nigga This is what the fuck I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jimmy Jones]: Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga I came up with no dag Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash No threads and no rags Shit was serious I wasn't in no fads nigga I'm no pretender I've been to jail and I know offenders You I don't know or no remember But I know you tender Shit you ain't no exeption I'm in the hood with no redemption When you gonna die in life there's no prevention Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad Yeah I was one that would cut you Cause I came up to with no one to look up to But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende [Freaky Zeeky]: Comprende what the fuck Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker Got get your own cheese nigga What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do [Cam'ron]: Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils I don't have to swallow pills Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals Why did I cop to steal Why did I ride ride for real Why we can't wait til our time God could take her Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a Why the great ones always break up And when travisty happen they wanna make up Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry Why when I get on blood got to die Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right I got to fuck every night Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves Why periods last three to five days Why we ain't retreated to slaves Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage And we say the beasts is in rage Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page Whys no such thing as true lies Why can't I have two rather than few highs Whys homos got to do guys in the world Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun Why man in statue depend on his rocks son Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders And niggas get cooked like burgers Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick Why this rap shit Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs Yo why you all wanna see me blow Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette [Outro]: Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again I want that money too nigga Fuck that lil two dolla prude I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker Nigga you better get some more money cause We got to tapes up this motherfucker You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker I bet you better believe that |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
All my harlem niggas my bk niggas
back uptown baby lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical but shit is gettin critical The way cats bitin is dispicable Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the fuck we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You wanna cry? Let me know You wanna die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You wanna fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray And nigga might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your ass right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his jewels and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right CHORUS You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, bitch, and you yell Turn homo, kiss and you tell Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? You know how we get niggas? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get niggas Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich niggas Big niggas, talk slick nigga Got shit to spit nigga CHORUS x2 |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Cam'ron:
(Chorus) Why I feel like I'm losin' weight Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny, bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies 4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day >From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker Chorus(Prodigy): Prodigy: I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall murder rap, clown niggas back down yall Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Bout some, but never put out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes Who real ??? check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit and niggaz flashin' crazy Chorus(Cam'ron): |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[Cam'ron] (intro)
You do what you do where you live I do what i do where i live That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo... (verse one) {:28} Where i'm from kids get it hectic But get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dislexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girls fate just for abortion money Honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like avion Type a shit my niggas get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?) Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan Shit, only thing i leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya (chorus) {1:09} My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo (verse two) {1:30} Now it's gangs out here Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin Look out y'all, here the padon wagon Cops or punks, hit em with the pump Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say "Ching chang maka halia" Yeah, shit like that! Get my gat, click my clack Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas Am i a vantriloquiste? Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis Be carefull, Harlem World will get this (chorus) {2:12} My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... yo yo yo... (verse three) {2:38} Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale And i don't run the crack spot Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop One of the have-nots to brick money Then i came thru in the six yummy Ya whole click sick tummy But be carefull, out in this game Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed (chorus) {3:20} My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... {repeat x2} (outro) {3:38} Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo! |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
<i>[Jay-Z]</i>
uh huh, yeah <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college) Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All i did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she dont want the phone act She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit <i>[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]</i> Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yo, yo, ayo Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school" Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' See me on broadway, know what im buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin A slow case n', verdict probation Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" See what happen', stopped the crackin' Start rappin', quit the clappin' <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that i became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more the clutch, money more the touch I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, for dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arrainment, Killa <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Cam'Ron]</i> That's how it go on my block Mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, Drugs, Entertainment Till the arraignment |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
(Cam'Ron)
I'm not going to watch this go on any longer You put my food in the dark and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck I look like I'm not going to watch this go on any longer WHOOOOOOOOOOOO (Clue) we going to set this off (Cam) I'm on ya'll Harlem, who else is going to hold us down Bloodshed niggas lets get it right this time understand Killer Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies And I can't act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude ass, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!) I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Tell me it's the man, can't be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert Calasandi Chorus: You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU The one that's scared of some yay yo, always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch (Cam) I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though believe me I would say y'all names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying I'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know I'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest Ma, keep all your rice Wedding ring, HELL NO I like all my ice Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest You the type talk about everything you got now I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl" My rings like a dog, all rock wild When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!" I see y'all concerned about me you don't got to go to school to learn about me Chorus: Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price, yoke that's nice, THATS ME The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, you all about nothing, YOU Biatch (Cam) Told you I got us this time around niggas Feeling me some, HUH Harlem, I got us nigga Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over It's fuck us so fuck y'all Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch Killa bitch (Clue) AND I.............. |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers You got a lot to live for Shit fuck all that I'm fam you live for me then Fuck that shit Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed [Verse 1]: Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip Crash the car crush the whip There was one time I love the six fuck this shit Trust a chick never that It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip Fuck like a neck fuck I expect I could get weight I'll take half of his cake Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate And the beef up the hill is real gettin live Still sittin by still gettin high Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em Approclamation what detoxication (Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion Whoa I'm so high you're so high What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what [Chorus]: What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? [Verse 2]: Yo yo I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college So that mission obolished straight street life power Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone What do it matter they just realte the business Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark We ordered the pie you sort of a lie You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what [Chorus] Bloodshed there Grandma dead |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
What means the world to you
Cause money mean the world to me I'm a shine for the world to see Pearl the V control the key F that get back control the weed (Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one done pop one Scrap nine one Wanna ride shotgun and i got hot one's But i wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick Wit a porno flick (Uh)Make sure my comes go on a lick More to sip but screw that Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it after that swallow it Stand by baby where you at huh? Raise ya hand high Yo suck what that's a damn lie Got red rye my man ride my fam tide So i need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit Someone to ride the steal wit Someone to share my meal wit It's that there look wit you A be out for your revenue then even at you and she'll be blessin you Caressin you startin that mess wit you But you always good for now and plus no friends around So girl jus come lift up that dress for now And give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah My cousin tandelese see the gurl type honory But the girlfriend was real real real fun to me But the man wanna honor me and I'm like wow I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her Yall don't know pursue in her I got a gurl she what that got to do wit her Get through mess around my come down put two in her But I'm in a heavy case like the type pepsi make Who you fake got pies like betty bake Top balla in every state In Chi i might Boston I'm Kenny In Miami and Timmy and Phoenic I'm Penny Then in Harlem I'm Sammy in order or so What the hell you want Got sons guns run run Make them run run skate take one From young one's dumb dumbs Hit wit dumb dumbs hit wit the stun gun Oh damn young hon where the gurl come from And i wanna meet her can i greet her Yo we in my bed for now She said oh no my spine on respire now Well give me some points for now talk to me ma What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah Ladies say (ah) scream it out speak it out It's that time of the month for you weakin out stay out Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe down for a little lay d**k on the low yall know I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick Squeeze the click go home and get freaked again Yall know i like that sex wit the right cat Rings make them iced stack (Cam'ron):Yo now hold up mama I don't want you to be no hoe I done layed them, J'd them That's right played them (Girl):I ain't one of them hoes Why you come wit them hoes when i come for the doe Keep them under control What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes What means the world to you my money, my doe, my head, my neck What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of ass yo What means the world to you to sex and sweet wit a cat who eat What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah oh, ah |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Whatever
I’m in a whiptail smashin’ it Mase wen’t to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil’s Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin’ targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin’ out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin’ belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? cause I ain’t slapped a ho in a minute I’m low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same fo frontin’, be the same fo who’ll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures [Chorus] For my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Cats don’t mess with ya’ll, cause ya’ll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, “Let’s get money” Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury I’m 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin’ me first Took ‘em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an’ll squirt Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can’t stand is a pussy chick I need a “Here ma, goof this in your pussy” chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY [Chorus] To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep, getting it sweet Have ‘em licking your feet (Whatever) Yo, yo, let’s stab ‘em, let’s stick ‘em Let’s get ‘em, get all of his spinach Grab ‘em, and flip ‘em, while Killa get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I’m limbin’, I’m just fronin’ ya’ll; ya tittes I’ll touch ‘em, I’ll kiss ‘em, I’ll hug ‘em, I’ll suck ‘em If I’m with a chick, most likely I’m trying to fuck ‘em Not tryin’ cuff ‘em, tryin’ a duck ‘em, lyin’ I love ‘em Have with a pie in they’re oven Shit, to me, ya’ll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin’, beat it, go find a husband Shit, that’ll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I’m at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I’m at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won’t stop my chedda [Chorus] For all my cats with the ice, who don’t need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey’s that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin’ a Jeep Getting it sweet, have ‘em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don’t care how bad no chick is, I ain’t licking nobody’s feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever) |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog, one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about Spade: Ayo They wanna flip me Bounce me Half and quarter ounce me Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me Hit me four five rubber grip me Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me Dimes wanna twist me Nah you can't kiss me Go 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris me Baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool Motherfucker Cam'Ron: Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast Everybody smart in math Loan sharks with cash Running from the narks and task Streets arts and craft ? Come on I start to laugh Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass Now a nigga paid out suede couch I'm into hooded things Bitch butt be way out These cats be Hecliff When I come around they play mouse Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom Heavy in arms In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover Collar big Cotton candy blue gators polishment Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment We pour it on 'em Meet a snitch throw wall off on em Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double Guns double tecks Hoes double sex Accountant handle my money but I double check Bubble lex Ain't too much more I care about Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a few differ Nigga pelican slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final call Gun up in the spinal cord I got no time for y'all We 8 digets you play frigate Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits Around us straight midgets Jewels we keep frozen Y'all keep dozing The wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozen Bitches calling me husband Saying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochie I'm dyin for a hoochie With an iron for a boobie Casino style diamonds in the doopey But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie But need work Plate of a kind If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop buck fifty Gun shoot buck fifty Bear facts ? buck fifty Air Max buck fifty Only New York nigga to fuck with me On her period blood sticky Same night flood missy Play Toronto like Doug Christy Fuck Christy Louie the 13 Slugs with me Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E. [Clean Version] (2000)
[Intro]:
Yeah nigga This is what the fuck I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jimmy Jones]: Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga I came up with no dag Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash No threads and no rags Shit was serious I wasn't in no fads nigga I'm no pretender I've been to jail and I know offenders You I don't know or no remember But I know you tender Shit you ain't no exeption I'm in the hood with no redemption When you gonna die in life there's no prevention Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad Yeah I was one that would cut you Cause I came up to with no one to look up to But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende [Freaky Zeeky]: Comprende what the fuck Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker Got get your own cheese nigga What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do [Cam'ron]: Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils I don't have to swallow pills Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals Why did I cop to steal Why did I ride ride for real Why we can't wait til our time God could take her Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a Why the great ones always break up And when travisty happen they wanna make up Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry Why when I get on blood got to die Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right I got to fuck every night Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves Why periods last three to five days Why we ain't retreated to slaves Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage And we say the beasts is in rage Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page Whys no such thing as true lies Why can't I have two rather than few highs Whys homos got to do guys in the world Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun Why man in statue depend on his rocks son Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders And niggas get cooked like burgers Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick Why this rap shit Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs Yo why you all wanna see me blow Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette [Outro]: Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again I want that money too nigga Fuck that lil two dolla prude I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker Nigga you better get some more money cause We got to tapes up this motherfucker You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker I bet you better believe that |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Verse 1]
Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown) Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?) Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?) All my niggaz got M-16's kid And all we do is watch MTV Cribs Learn not to in fury the victim Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA) Stop frontin', you was never a menace Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business Business is business, money is money Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid You da dumbest of dummies (Killa) [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 2] All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt Stunt after stunt, they all ?? after ?? Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast All they say 'That nigga's a mess' You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'? Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch) Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit) White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice Throw 'em on, let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 3] Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars All of the chips, the crib with the backyard Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog Let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Cam] The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it Know when I get out they gon feel it Witness the realest |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Verse 1]
Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown) Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?) Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?) All my niggaz got M-16's kid And all we do is watch MTV Cribs Learn not to in fury the victim Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA) Stop frontin', you was never a menace Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business Business is business, money is money Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid You da dumbest of dummies (Killa) [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 2] All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt Stunt after stunt, they all ?? after ?? Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast All they say 'That nigga's a mess' You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'? Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch) Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit) White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice Throw 'em on, let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Verse 3] Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars All of the chips, the crib with the backyard Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog Let me live my life [Chorus] Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah Just leave me alone, leave me alone Let me just live my life ah That's the sound of the police [Cam] The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it Know when I get out they gon feel it Witness the realest |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby due today I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Cam'Ron] 18 months please, that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway 6 months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it could be the bankman Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam Lady at the front stand Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade And y'all dead now That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds In a collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 350 on the stove and its 90 outside I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick You know Cam, he said 'yeah, don't play with his chips' Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me [Juelz Santana] Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire Its real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the 5th and just fire Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead on the van on the express way While I got my hand in the Tech wave Niggas like 'fuck, is he stupid?' Cops wanna cuff me, do it You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight He been waiting for his connection to come I'm like 'at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one' I'm on the block as usual With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual Watching for the cops that's moving through Me and my soldiers know the rules We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone And I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me [Hook: Cam'Ron] Aiyyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby do the date I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide [Hook: Juelz Santana] Fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today I think my moms moving away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby do the date I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit me Until the shots get me |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!) But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that? Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy) Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy) Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy) Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy) He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy) This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy) If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... I'm in trouble need bail money, shit Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy) Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy) Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy) When the cops come......squalin!!!! Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy Killa.. holla.. listen It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy) You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy) Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin 'em Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy) Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy) Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy) Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy) Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my (Boy) [Cam'ron] Until that man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy) Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa... |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Cam'ron] Wake yo a** up You know I'm looking for a ho [Zeek] Word? [Cam'ron]I found a ho [Zeek] And? [Cam'ron] And the ho ... ended up being a ho [Zeek] Chu doing? [Cam'ron]My man zeek always told me a hoes gon b a ho Let a hoe fly Let the birds f****n' fly Let em fly right zeek? [Zeek] They f*****g fly away... Verse: I need a girl who can sing like Celina A** like Trina Tits like Janet Get beat like Tina Have u seen her? I mean, caked like Oprah chauffeur... Keep the toast in the toaster Tell me have you seen her? I did... Yeah I found one A little brown one Then she down son Cuz she pushed the beamer I should have knew something was up from the jump When I passed ma the blunt The b***h was a steamer I aint kiddin i had weed to blow I aint feed the ho We took a trip to Argentina I dont know why i died But pours i went fours inside the wh*re I found she wasnt cleaner Dirty b***h burnt me That concerned me Now I'm thirsty I'm looking for a looking meaner I'm gonna kill her when I see her So tell me, have u seen her? Tell me, have u seen her? [chorus] It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs But what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... It's the girls with the pretty face And the pretty bras Pretty thighs, but what about the inside? And that b***h is a lair and I, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight... Verse: It's like treat her like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie good don't show her yo loot Girl i see u riding wanna roll in the coo See you with ice cream Want to go for a scoop I don't get mad Tell her to blow on my flute Before the i.e. you got it thrown on your crew Droopy, sad, i read it, whooee I'm glad u done it Sue me, what chu mad I said it? From front back side to side Never let a broke a** female ride I learned that down south from n***as in Texas Before I drink up I big up big guesses Imagine me get up against this Get her a Lexis You're figuring ... reckless Baby I'm sexist So back up, let me strap up before you give Cam that clap up I'm gon have to clack up [Zeek speaking] And why that nigga still going broke? This is for my n***as out there that DO use a condom For the first night... Then go brawl all the other times Where the psychological sense in that playa? You need to wash your face, get your mind right Girls up here is burning B***h burnt the braids off my n***a the other week.... Yeah, yeah, I know what to do I'm gonna get the p***y ATM started Before anything happens your gotta swipe your p***y across this board Let you know what's going on What type of temperature you running Cuz I can't stand n***as running out here to the clinic sitting down talking bout 'I aint nuttin Zeek, I'm over here gettin condoms' N***a, I seen you break the door down running to the nurse talking bout help me, help ME You damn right imma help you Imma hang your stupid a** right in front of the damn clinic [Chorus in background] The hell you gon come running 'my girls got a venereal decease Huh! her p***y lighting up like a light bulb...' Talking about a light bulb... Sh** A light bulb? Tell you what, engineer, venereal decease is going on down there It's crazy... Ladies is crazy I'm gonna write a book on how stupid n***as is [Chorus |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
(Yo, pass me that phone) [Cam:] Hello? [Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam? [Cam:] Fuck is this B? State ya name [Guy:] Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me O nothing like that, though dog But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though Ad shit like that though dog But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean? [Cam:] Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man. You keep it gully and all this? What's going on what's your name fam? [Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie. Nggaz, niggaz just stay the fuck from my girl and shit You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and shit dog I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and shit man, word up Y'all niggaz fuck with my girl yall niggaz better tell me Tell me or something B, word up [Cam:] Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog I mean who's your girl? [Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin' games? You playin' games doggie? When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right? You running around fucking niggaz girls like that shit's to do you think that shit's to do? That shit ain't gully doggie I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks] [Cam:] Niggaz is fucking crazy [guy talks over beat] [Cam'ron] Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it's a cold world Your wife, I call her "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like "Get the fuck off me bitch" If she front, brui |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Yeah...yeah, nigga... Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard? It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA! My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me? We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with killers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed? How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag? How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag? Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel... (Killa! Killa!) Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..." Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... Niggaz wanna despise the team... ROC-A-FELLA When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! KILLA! EASY! Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh muh-muhfucka... |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Uhh, Killa, yo .. You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth, y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .. [Cam'ron] I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'll get you choked up I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up Almost doped up, but had no guts So I pimp all these hoe sluts When they period come it get slow but so what? I got big plans to blow up I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz "My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected Death to (?), "logic" I said Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead [Chorus] For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise [Cam'ron] Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings- |
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from Cam'Ron - Come Home With Me (2002)
Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? ([Cam:] Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice In front of sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort Jay puff shine, cases was caught Midnight pick fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, you from two-one Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one [Jay-Z] Coverage I synethestry Got rise from defending me Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up [Cam'Ron] Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug, You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love And we won't stop til I get back blood Holla at em Hov [Jay-Z] I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, holla, Dash Get the fuck off our dicks I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City |
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