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1. _ Freak
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2. _ Violence
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3. _ Why No
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4. _ Skit
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5. _ F*** 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 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
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6. _ Whatever
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7. _ Double Up
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
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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
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9. _ 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) {:28}
Where i'm from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like kay reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya
(chorus) {1:09}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
Yo yo yo
(verse two) {1:30}
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin
Look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
Nigga wanna front, killer give 'em what they want
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em
Gotta leave 'fore they see cam fold
Where they don't speak englas or espaniol, no
Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say
"ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, harlem world will get this
(chorus) {2:12}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
Yo yo yo...
(verse three) {2:38}
Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like jfk junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em macaulay culkin lie, dolly parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i don't run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop
One of the have-nots to brick money
Then i came thru in the six yummy
Ya whole click sick tummy
But be carefull, out in this game
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed
(chorus) {3:20}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
{repeat x2}
(outro) {3:38}
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood
Every poverty, my whole nyc harlem eastside
My cats down in atl you win! keep it krump miami
Keep it off the chain, cat gatti i see you in green borough
Get money, va my guys out in chi-town, the whole cali
Westside, la, bay area, dego, houston, dallas, memphis
Keep it krump, detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, dip-set, killer cam, jim jones, freaky, hoooo!
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10. _ Movin' Weight
Feat. prodigy
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,
Niggas 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- shit
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
For real bitches check me out though
The most ill, more drama than denzel
More liver than the park fights at sunny carson
Me and killa cam, live at the carbon
It's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
And niggaz flashin' crazy
Chorus(cam'ron)
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11. _ That's Me
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..............
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12. _ 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
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13. _ What I Gotta Live For
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14. _ 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
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15. _ Do It Again
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)
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16. _ 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
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17. _ All The Chickens
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]
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