(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
[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
[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
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
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
[Cam'Ron] + (women) Hey ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (me too) Well good - cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (got coups) got trucks (got jeeps) All right - cause we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight [Juelz Santana] Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approach baby like, 'Ma, what's your age and type?' She looked at me and said, 'Youse a baby right?' I told her, 'I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I know what ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night' She looked at me laughin; like boy your game is tight I'm laughin back like sho' you right - get in the car And don't touch nuttin, sit in the car Let's discuss somethin - either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow Now we speedin up the Westside Hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin, on that Dave Hollister Tip Come over let's swallow and sip, I'm like momma is sick I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks (Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel Plus got them Gucci nails, uh You a cutie still (still) And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with uzis, Suzuki wheels To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real I mean she do be winnin, looey spinnin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen I see booby grinnin She looked and said, 'Cam, I know that you be sinnin' Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am (Look) I got a whole new game plan Looked and said, 'That's nuttin but game Cam' She was right; she was up in the Range man (she know me) Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin the cell That's right, I had to call up L [Cam] + (Juelz) Yo L (whattup?) I hit (what else) Plus dome (say word) and we got it on tonight [Chorus]
(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
Hi, im mizzle Former herion addict Coke head Crack fiend Man if killa had it , i tried it If i itch he scratch, yo no homo man But im part of the diplomats now Yea u kno the byrd gang Dip set bitch So id like to welcome you to purple haze the album Yea my man killa's a mother fucker I mean, he brings out the best in u If u rap, u better spit that shit N u better sell that shit too If u steal, dont rob a store Rob the stash house "george its 200 bricks in there stupid" Ha thats wat he told george man Wut up o yea If u sellin nickels n dimes Then ure nickel n dimin Get some weight on u like that fat bitch delaresse I i still dont kno wat that means man but But i do kno wat this means U get high, get high all the way U sniff coke, fuck it, smoke crack Dont stop there, if u smoke crack, shoot dope If u shoot dope, sniff meth He had all that shit rite there fer sale man Funny mother fucker
[Oprah Steve] Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[cam'ron]
[verse 1]
With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want do to me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like guinepeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy
[chorus]
[Oprah Steve] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[verse 2]
I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best
[chorus]
How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes
(Girl Talking) Oh this is my *beep* The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.) The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.) You shut the *beep* up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story)
(Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for stone gem That's when I told him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the game And not namin' names But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
(Chorus: Jaheim) Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe
(Verse 2: Cam'Ron) Killa! That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous You have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, Cherry and Peaches They had cherry deheaters If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they some slimmy sue Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' Henney too Coupe Calez, when he boo And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them
(Chorus: Jaheim) Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here
How i get robbed in cali i be with cali thugs got mobbed in cali yeah that cali love come chatter mouth have my bling black is out stick me what thatt about i was the only rapper out beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet like im chump change jimmy with his gun game im fun aim lax gun range white load the felly fell holla at the kid proper if somethin happen skip rappin the'll be big choppas ghetto byrd word cause i keep the big choppas no disrespect niggas killed big poppa the williams sista ro9meo from steve harvey got the drop get the drop no please sorry got weed on me no need gaurd me im what you need probly we teach robbery
(Coro:) we ride in that east side please roll up my weed high we ride in west side the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty south side midwest uptop when we outside but we ride in that eastside so please roll up my weed high
(Jim jones:)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky so i came out aimin bangin at guys it was mainly slangin kane by the pies and the fiends was payin for dangerous high o b and amonia we mix it down no sleep on the corner the pitch mound and police when the saw us they frisk us down we all hate marajuwana and coke now so tell bloomberg its a rezy take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy f**k the phone getthe word by mouth when the winter roll around no byrds fly south f**k the cops got hella folks in prison hand over the option but the cell codes still livin
(Coro:)
(Cam'rom)
dope man smoke man o's float the boat no coke for sold man though tan wo man sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla) watch the kid from 140 bake they say shorty straight 48 grams turn 4 to 48 all i do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler) i still bubble o's still double o's still double my double down in the double o big pimp in the caddy akron spingfield cleveland cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it im strangly ganged like pac im gang related (holla)
[Psycho Drama and Twista] Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?
[Psycho Drama] Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggaz and pull it The trigga aimed, deliver you niggaz these rigorous bullets It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in Fuckin' wit niggaz you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodlums That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin' Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit You niggaz remember that I got that potion To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all..
[Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel to make me wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome I stilla be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all...
[Cam'Ron] Y'all niggaz play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town(Sha Town) The boy get nasty, To law enforcement blast me Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be Put it right all for Polaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code red I already got beef with the feds Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled(Flii-Flii) When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not..
[Chorus - 2x] (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigga pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
[Cam'Ron] Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch
[Twista] Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likeness I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my niggaz make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin' niggaz duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk Guns nigga we get 'em and bust murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+ Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly" Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley" I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind" They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl) You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude in Play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga) Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga) Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga) Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga) They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl) My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga) Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a maury flow, from the maury show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty I was down forty, now I'm up fifty Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
