Cam'ron
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Songwriters: Branch, Darrell; Carpenter, Clarence; Giles, Cameron; Post, MikeMan fuck them niggas B
You not a threat you want it you got it bet
Winning and rich eating on cinnamon grits
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of Penny's
Been at your front door gun hold for fun though
I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it
Eight and a half when the dope ask Dominican Rich
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
Leave your whole brain dead light
I see your man he's like mm nothing to do with it
And I know stealer's and they not from Pittsburgh
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
So, y'all better obey we shoot pro way
Cars never lease 'em, girls lease 'em
Girls sending me kicks been in some shit
What the fuck is wrong with you
For the big stacks and the big act
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
See they all see the 12 but you see me in it
Niggas tease 'em, bitches please 'em
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Dallas, been up in you favorite star's stylus
Tell these niggas the real deal
School shit skip that learn how to flip pack
TVs in it BB's kinted ask who it is
Aye yo you love the way I rep black step the F back
What?
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
Alright check it
Or the cocaine plan
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up attack, huh
But you should thank Un though could a made you run though
Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin' for niggas like that
While me and Betha, throw fiestas
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's up?
After I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Had to tap a chin with a fist when the [Incomprehensible]
You see me tinted I did drive-bys
Aiy yo I'm took up the crack cook up the crack
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
Now, I'm in the pen in the mix friends sending me flicks
Look in the back, nah the guns I had put in the back
Get you shit snatched, get your ribs cracked
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Nigga wait now I'm set, I'll go another route
How 'bout the Palladium fuck it Yankees stadium
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 bring it to you at your local gymnasium
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
Any girl I met that hit that love the way I spit that
Pillows to smother out you don't give a fuck about
Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
Now, a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
I want the hook up in check on this work of the rap
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Play people jumped up and sprayed people
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
Now, I got the big gats click, clack
I don't kit kat push your wig back
Fuck that it's not a game
All calls valid never hard mallet
Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Begin with a stitch end in a kiss so yo so I blend in the mix
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
By alma queta, Chicqueta, Monero, Nieta
Got a friend have me kick that get that sit back
Or the black boots jumpin' out to act cool
Yo, you know what you do
But nowadays I'm the only you a running back
But get the fuck out my face till' your shit's right
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
Un would've talk about
Grinning and shit how a nigga spin in 6
No kids rapping or ostriches just kidnapings and hostages
Tthis herb don't mean to disturb
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big type
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