S.D.E. (Sports Drugs and Entertainment)

[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 im talking to you!
Girl 1: whats poppin my nigga
Cam: what the fuck you talk ----
Girl 2: i know you not tlaking to us
Cam : im 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

Feat. un


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

[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!

Feat. dj clue

(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..............

Feat. destiny's child & jimmy jones

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)

Feat. juelz

[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]