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S.D.E. (Sports Drugs and Entertainment)によって: Cam'ron |
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1. _ Fuck You
[Background] Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou [Repeats throughout the song] by this time I see yall I say Fuck yall from the very start of this shit Fuck what you into Fuck what you been through Fuck where you going Fuck who scared of you Fuck if you did fed time Fuck ya clique Fuck ya glocks Matter fact Fuck ya block Fuck who you pulled out on Fuck you! Fuck ya bitch Fuck if you been outta town Fuck ya fake ass ice grill Fuck ya life Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to five Man I don't give a Fuck about you I don't give a Fuck about your hood I don't give a Fuck who you know I don't give a Fuck if you gettin money I don't give a Fuck who's watchin Fuck if you bullshittin Fuck ya shots off? Fuck where you came up fuck how you got it Fuck ya whole situation Fuck ya album Fuck ya plans Fuck ya niggas fuck ya role man I don't give a fuck Fuck ya pleas Fuck ya rules Fuck you you fake punk ass nigga and Fuck how you ran shit I don't give a Fuck if you diesel I don't give a Fuck who you be fuck if you want it Fuck if you grimy Fuck if you floss and and Fuck these bitches right here if they not fucking [GIRL 1:] wait who the Fuck you think you talking to? [CAM:] BITCH I'm talking to you! [GIRL 1:] whats poppin my nigga [CAM:] What the fuck you talk ---- [GIRL 2:] I know you not talking to us [CAM:] I'm talking to both of yall [CAM] man Fuck outta here man Fuck yall [GIRL:] you ain't tlaking to me [CAM:] Fuck you [GIRL:] Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you fuuuuuuucccckkkkk you a Fuck you a Fuck you a Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you [DRUM FINALE] Fuck YOU more free lyrics |
2. _ Double Up
[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] more free lyrics |
3. _ That's Me
[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.............. more free lyrics |
4. _ My Hood
[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] 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! more free lyrics |
5. _ Movin' Weight
[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)] more free lyrics |
6. _ Let Me Know
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] more free lyrics |
7. _ Come Kill Me
[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] more free lyrics |
8. _ Sports, Drugs & Entertainment
[Jay-Z] uh huh, yeah [Cam'Ron] This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.] Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot [Verse 2] 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' [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] 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 more free lyrics |
9. _ What Do I Gotta Live For
I aint got shit to live for anyway Yes you do I'll see these niggas in hell anyway You gotta lot to live for Man fuck all that I'm sayin, 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 the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip Crash the car crush the whip And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit Trust a chick? Never that It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip Fuck my connect, 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 could relate And the beef up the hill, is real gettin live Still sittin by, still gettin high And I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell 'em That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em A proclamation, with intoxication [Ayo Cam' gettin high!] 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 But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him? Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him Man, that's why I'ma give it up The Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up But tell me why, live for what? 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, yo, I was wishin for knowledge But didn't have tuition for college So that mission abolished Straight street like power, politics, and policy making Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch Cam' is clappin, I'm in Can't negotiate 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 In 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 relate to Binnis Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish Least I wasn't caged in a clinic In there, 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 order the pies, you sort of a lie You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five Life's on the line, wife's goin blind Tell me man, god, what type of a sign Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up But tell me why, live for what What do I have to live for... What do I have to live for... more free lyrics |
10. _ Where The Fuck You At
Move 'em in, move 'em out Trapped in shoot it out Bone a whore Corner store Want it raw On the floor Tie 'em up, lie 'em down Fuck yall niggas crying now Killer Cam Side town Fuck yall niggas ridin' round Creep wit da toast Keep it close Never know when you'll see da gross From my yaht you'll see coast From my block you'll see toast Love da way I grab dat cash Now I laugh You love the way I smack dat ass Backflash You'll sniff foul powder Over clam chowder Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa While we listenin' to wild salsa La la bomba Come through in the Hummer La la bomba Face down ass up That's the way we like to fuck After that pucker up Babygirl we like to suck Sucker what Never duck That's not what my hoods about Hood without a doubt So bitch put it in your mouth [Chorus] Where da fuck you at Bust your gat Where da fuck you at Do yall niggas sell crack Where da fuck you at Got a fat stack Where da fuck you at Huh, ain't a damn thing funny Why? Bitch betta have my money Where da fuck you at Aiyo I spit spit flow flow Get get doe doe Switch switch yo yo Sick sick fo-four Swing swing click click Drug game big brick Swing swing big dick Pretty thing thick chick cock cock nice nice shot shot twice twice Now I gotta slice slice Rock rock ice ice Drick drink Old Gold Bitches wanna Volvo Woo shit was wo wo Now we got dat cocoa Tram tram palm palm Chicks call it swanton Of course we all suit And we all cute Yo Queet call Kose Bitch over here frotin' Yo I want they're jaw loose We got more troops Get you hauled off juice Stop frontin' yo You ain't sawed off proof Whips whips cost cost Six six floss floss Big big boss boss Get get lost lost [Chorus] Aiyo I need da type of girl That's in love wit her cash Get knocked together Look at each other and laugh Get a key She like cut it in half Get a in beef She like da fuck is my bag Take cover and laugh Real prestiges Walk around wit da mack dies Smack Diez Cause he said "Dame la chocha" Bitch caught him in da Rover Scared 'em aired 'em Kiete la voka Goin' to da gun range Her hobby is rape Girls lookin' at her jewels Like they gotta be fake Plus a brand new jeep Leather brand new seats Wit da dishes real deep Nah, Cam too cheap Yall can't flow wit dat Bang it out throw it back Ain't no here we go wit dat Grabbin' on here lower back Lookin' at me like she can take the shit Uh uh uh Now take that bitch [Chorus] more free lyrics |
11. _ Do It Again
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] more free lyrics |
12. _ All The Chickens
[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] more free lyrics |
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