Cam'ron Album

[Voiceover]
Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 2001

2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom
Couple weeks prior to Ja
Must've been the year of
Murderous killas
Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla
O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn
Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition
Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen
Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision
I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin'
But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'
That was a given, Rock the hood
Pop the hood - Gats in the engine
Clap up your women, accurate vision
Black, I'm just livin'
I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit)
This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'
Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin
Cuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths run
But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns
Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch
I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'Ron
Cause I kept the -
Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot
But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute
To stand on the stoop (What I look like?)
My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot
We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes
Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin
It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten
From the - night to the days, my triflin ways
I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)
You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably
You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies
Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride
To the top of the mountain
Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'
Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?)
Afford all the best, ??
Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset)
I know you niggaz hate it
How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated
Santana is next..
[echo out]

(feat. Juelz Santana)

[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C'mon. Lets Do It
Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Everywhere jeah, jeah
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah
Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)
What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)
You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)
Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)
Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)
Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)
And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)
They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)
And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!

[Hook]
I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!
We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah!
Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so
Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here
Jeah jeah jeah jeah!

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)
Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)
I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)
You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)
You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye)
I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP's deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.'s we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I'm movin movin movin (jeah)
Y'all losin losin losin (aye)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo
I chill though, pippin in the Range
All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)
Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)
Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)
Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)
Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket
I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

[Hook]

Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma
He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
Thats why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)
No one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo [video]
Your own album here we go
Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniatics our life styles compatible
Magical
Pops gone, shit tragical
Moms on mission
My house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabatical
Its not irrational
I grew up radical
And you all are shook
I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else)

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

[voice]
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]

[voice]
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

[chorus]

[Intro]
BITCH! Uh!
Killa! Uh!
Dipset Bitch!
The Union(Uh huh!)
Harlem! Killa!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Part 2!

[Verse 1]
I be like Move........Get out the way
Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay
And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!)
It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun
I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one
Now I know alotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it's a done dee
I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee
Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood bastard
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda
The dudes with the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and choppers
It's truly lava, who knew we prosper
The game's a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah
Santana, Zeek the koofie popper
We the movie shotta!
But it's really rude boys and rosters
When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I wish my homie could watch me
Live happy days like Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
Rollin' and rollin' 'em
Cars, the repo are towin' 'em
Acts black, we totally total 'em
Even blood, he totally totaled it
Plus his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I totally open 'em
Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em

[Bridge]
Killa!
Talkin' Tough? (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

[Verse 2]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I just like to live my life)
I spend days on kawasakis
Nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on New York, power my fort
Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York
Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes
God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate
I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+
I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I don't say Feed Me Seymour
I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (Billions!)
Epic, they used to feed me detours (Pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4
The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4
You GS3? I'm GS4
You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward
Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour
You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor
We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you gotta respect it tho
I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day Techs could blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe
Killa! Dipset Bitch!

[Bridge]

(feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)

[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa
Baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
(Killa, Ye, come on)

[Cam'Ron]
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders we meditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Saki on a Suzuki me and old Psycho Dave
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Ma man and Tana
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
He's back

[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
But our flow's the truest (oh)
The game's in a nuisance (no no)
Our girls is the models (oh)
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
Yeah they say he (down, down)
Yeah they say he (down and out)
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
Money back on my mind (no no)
Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
The world is mine (ooooh)

[Cam'Ron]
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
You got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggaz get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old timbs batted boots
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
Ow

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron]
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
My bitches pure thick
Play razor tag slice ya face bury
It's I who come by drive thru
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at mami eyes blue five two
I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bey
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
Uh Killa

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron talking]
Mine
Killa you already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course
Westside holla at me
Southside wild honeys
You know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya boy
You know what else I do
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

Killa (Killa)
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
(Let) me break it down man

[Verse 1]
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long lista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

[Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world

[Verse 2]
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time?Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, Lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips

[Chorus]

[phone rings]
[Cam'ron] Hello
[Jamacain Male] Yo dis Cam'ron
[Cam'ron] Yo who dis
[Jamacain Male] Yo what the blood-clot u mean who dis, yo bregerin word roun
here is ya fuck de pum pum star
[Cam'rom] yo pum pum
[Jamacain male] what do u mean thats my pum pum dats my gyal ya dig out her
stomac star u betta watch your self star massive ne play games
[Cam'ron] whats your pum pum dog
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin me naw go tell u again star dat a my pussy u fe
leave, yo u betta watch u self, self
[Cam'ron] who da fuck is you talkin bout dog, what are you talkin' 'bout now
[Jamacain male] bregerin word roun ye se is ya mingle with mi ting star me na
take dem type of tings star strait up and down bregerin
[Cam'ron] yo kiss my ass blood-clot
[Jamacain male] alright bregerin watch when I kick it star [Cam'ron laughing]
nuf tings a gwan
[Cam'ron] get off da bitch dick fuck da bitch man she on my dick anyway why you
callin me about a girl dats on my dick rasta
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin rude boy shotas ne play with dem queens star
[Cam'ron] wait, wait, wait rude boy shotas u done see shotas n u done call me
with dis Jamacian shit get the fuck out of here man
[Jamacain male] well den fuck off boy [Cam'ron laughing] watch when u fuck up
boy tings a pop your dis respectin massive me na take dat lightly
[Cam'ron] get the fuck out of here

[intro]
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain
Jim jones, santana, freaky
Lets go! what they want sing

[chorus (mona lisa)]
Girls just wanna have fun
(oh girls)
Girls just wanna have fun
(girls juss wanna have)

[verse 1]
Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass
Call jay off get a fun pass
Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker
Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger
We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder
Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her
P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her
So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast
She could be twista
Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley
Up in white lotus dog you might notice
That you type bogus me im quite focus
And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus

[chorus]

[verse 2]
Godamn we stuck like stuck-o
Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh)
Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo
Aint even liking you, im exiting true
Just right I do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune
And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play
Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller!
Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker)
Upset cause what she was showin, awww man yo you aint even knowin
Ask question if youre a hoe and
Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin)
Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing
Got pies like it snowin

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours
Cause I swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you)
Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a
pearl off cours
And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton
sisters
And I haul em in to the hiltons mister
I milked them, I killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her)
You helped her, you kissed her
You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers

[chorus 2x]

[ck head:] And your right I'll be a chicken cause ur a cat so I'll do like dogs
do bark and get my buddy passes

[cam:] Blah bla blah

[ck head:] Sayin hello and then hung up the fuckin phone then when I called back
U wasn't pickin up the fuckin phone, I don't understand why

[cam:] what are U sayin U said you wasn't gona call me any more so why are you
callin me

[ck head:] And so what you say alot things but you don't do it you want to get
technical

[cam:] Why are you callin me

[ck head:] I'll call you when I feel like it change your number

I'll be a chicken so I'ma act like a chicken quack quack quack or whatever the
fuckin sounds they make

[cam:] That's a duck what U wanna be a duck or a chicken

[ck head:] Nigga I wanna punch U right in ur eye, I wanna punch U right in ur
fuckin nose cause that's how U got me feellin right not

[cam:] Man listen

[ck head:] No don't tell me to fuckin listen you listen where U at

[cam:] I'm at the studio

[ck head:] Where on 24th I will go to every fuckin studio and find ur ass

[cam:] iight

[Voice]
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you
(killa)

[Cam'Ron]
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
To supply the boys I got it live from croy
Yes a 9ner boy bought five in Boyce
Over the chick shit I shoot five with Roy
Now load the 4-5 shoot five a Roy
Aint like my job boy got on ploy
Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest doy (doy)
A hustler and Cam famous you damn anus I don't know but I can't change this
Can't paint it pop it champagne it stop it car drop it and look dog damn paint
it
She would throw a pout how I'm showing out how I'm out going
But don't be going out its things to know about when you got
Dough and cloud ways to move murder route baby girls close your mouth
Cause I feed you well every sneaker held you eat Louie
Shit Gucci and breath channel call log a fell acting like
gargle mouth front of car cop the cell in the bar stop at hell
Whats wrong with you she said whats wrong with you always got
a song to do can't get along that's true so I skipped marriage
bought her six carrots grab a dada then I live average

[Chorus]
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, yo uh looking back on school art and crafts
Fuck after staf beat up after class
I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh
Nigga with a attiude meet me after math
Had a half and half now the drink two chicks
That's a acid fast the half a taf
You could axe or ask I would dash and laugh
You after me huh I'm after cash
Im on I-80 though with my baby
Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy
I got plans for you look in the sky baby
Fuck saving me Mrs. Smith you the pie lady
Fly lady G to fly baby gee you why baby
Please boo what's your size crazy
Don't want it when I'm in a foreign
Ulmin drop top my charmin is alarmin
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
That I will leave earth with her
I can't interpret her
She got mad I leant over and (?)her
Said when I do dope wit her
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do business the pleasure
And that's real (killa)

[Chorus]

Cam'ron

Hey shortie what's going on wat what's poppin.

Girl
Oh shit what's up killa what's going on.

Cam'ron
I'm bout to go out of towm u goin or what?

Girl
How long u goin for?

Cam'ron
Look man that shit don't matter man you goin or what?

Girl
But i got my kids killa what's up what about my kids?

Cam'ron
Man fuck ya kids you coming or not?

Girl
Hell yeah i'm going.

Cam'ron
iight get in bitch.

Girl
Yeah they grandma could watch them.

(but I still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh

[Verse 1]
mami all on me cause I'm touchin' her belly
I'm on butter pirelli's
wit' purple and yellow, hello
thats butter and jelly
I flip butter on celly's
all right in front of the deli
holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly
(and what else) and I got hella gear
my earring is nice the price
3 townhomes in delaware
uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
hip hop hooray I got to get
that llello off
thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the
ave, I put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash
still stop and I laugh, ma put
them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag hop in a cab
play you for what
you gon' play yourself
ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
don't play with your health

[Chorus]
mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' I'm hopin'
grab her...rope em' and dope em'
oral...choke em' and choke em'
I flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double
at the same time.....for what.....but
the cops say i'm

[Verse 2]
I get fresh from
yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon
stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy
got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey
you'll get hurt play me
burp let the dirt chase me
every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately I know
some rn's that still strip, when I and this real dick in
the clinic, no student can heal shit
better than college, after that, students home
at least after your bid, ain't no student loans
to pay back, jack, ask
what do you condone
hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome
now they done juiced marone??
knock, knock are you at home
I'm a call he, girls call the crib
and ask are you alone
.....killa

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
we race foreign cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe
we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
watch sanford in son
I'm like the buzz in rolo
Afficianado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow
got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro
we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo
now I plaud the cappo, zeke and santana
I don't razor wrist's
I keep eighths of piff
the games and the chick
like kobe imma rape the bitch
razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
d on the block just like jadakiss
haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm
your favorite.....killa
dipset, dipset

[Chorus]

f/ Jaheim

(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

[No lyrics]

f/ Jim Jones

[Cam'Ron]
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 swap meet
Slausson Crenshaw Compton we not sweet
like I'm chump change
jimmy with his gun game
I'm 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
niggaz 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
I'm what you need probly
we teach robbery

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
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
fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
when the winter roll around no byrds fly south
fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
hand over the option
but the cell codes still livin

[Chorus]

[Cam'ron]
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
I'm strangly ganged
Like 'Pac I'm +Gang Related+ (holla)

[Chorus]

Man i spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my
ride, no need
to pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a
slim tramp order
steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay i souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a
bouquet right
where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed
unload the click
clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9
years spain had the
time share back to time square i got dimes here by the port authority but i got
more authority ya
girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she
report to the
whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me

[chorus: Nicole Wray]
we in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the
Jones'cry "dipset
dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own i think you get more "?" so
push us we step
to the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset
dipset dipset"

from the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides i will
not hide hi mom
hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls
to outside
whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose i'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes
in ya' shirt there
ya' own jamaican clothes i ain't talkin' the poconos, i'm talkin' the aspins the
slopes we go you
get the "okey doke" play me baby i hope he know we break noses call him baby
pinnochio fuckin'
lier i hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one
house two
kitchens whose bitchin i bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and i
don't trust a hoe
that smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover i'll
tuck slap her, dap
her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well
known that Rell
home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise
call the network
dipset family ties

[chorus]

they see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint i was fort lauder you was
saint ladder
day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the
actors, cap back abra
cadabra and i'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these
rappers all theodore
huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the
coppers glocks in the
locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D
that's coke and them
oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D i ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't
close to me put
ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like
me fuck Kerry
and Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!

[chorus]

f/ Pyscho Drama, Twista

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?

[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

[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 1]
I know you heard me in british rob
But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed
Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob
Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling
But I run the circus like ring-a-ling
I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling
(jing-a-ling)
That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping
Pow, pow, .45 load thing
Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming
Ching chong like a higher Chow Main
I buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel, naw
Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh
Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

[Verse 2]
I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work
Put my 2 to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse
You get low on dough, the few the first
I don't need you high like I'm high
But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly
Fresh, Lui Vuitton ankle
Pastel, Lui Vuitton rainbow
Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango's
Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals
Moved on an angle, like a baler malodor
The two gon' tango
Shake your body mami, move your body hottie
Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a mazarattie
They all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly
I don't talk like the swolly mami

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

[Verse 3]
Lady, dry your panties
Damn, she wanna right her family
Tell em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy
And I got all type of candy
Whats that? Victoria Secret
Here's Lapearla, come peep it
This lingerie that you could honor A
Wonder woman, ouuiii, go on play
Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring
Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling
Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling
Goddamn mam', not a damn thing

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

(feat. JR Writer)

Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (Uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)

[Verse 1 - Cam'Ron]
Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
Click the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me
Lookin like I'm nicotine
But it's all for the green like Listerine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano
Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma
Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama
Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna
And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna
Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom

[Chorus]
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and lick your lips

[Bridge - Cam'Ron]
Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin
See your booty panties, ma shake something
Shake something, shake something
Shake-shake, shake shake something

[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]
And I got some girls, bout five or six
And a five and six, about five or six
I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit
Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick)
But swim in my pants and dive for dick
They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive
Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick
And your ass if fat and your head is right
And your dough is good, we can smash tonight
Right here in the car, ma, at the light
If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life
Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight
If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)
Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite
Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - JR Writer]
In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks
I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs
A gun and some bud through the metal detector
The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha
I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns
I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound
Silencer, dog, how safe it sound?
I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for
A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore
A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore
Up front but beat around the bush for sure
'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style
Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style
I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more
A VIP up between the bathroom stalls

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

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"

[Chorus]
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)

[Cam'Ron]
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)

[Chorus]
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)

[Cam'Ron]
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

[Chorus]
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)

Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey
How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye

Listen - I been coppin them pieces
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin
But I'm gettin head
She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir)
I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin
Until I'm sparked out and leakin
Part of the cement
I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeke the only one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside
Seems like we were playin in mud
Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin)
Who ill?
A check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like Poland Spring
And I'ma hold them things

Look - talk to 'em
Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot
Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
+Blocka Blocka+ the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about being +Bout It+
If you're not, you're ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)
Little niggaz need to sit up and read
If the town's too hot, get up and leave
Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always)
Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve
And that's forever

Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust
I used to hop the bus
Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush
Shit, they gotta blush
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile
Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile
Hundred grand, I demand it
Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child
And that's forever man

[Cam'ron speaking over fading beat]
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I love y'all man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's really good?
Holla at your boy
I might have this shit on lock man
Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa!
We just want you's to know Diplomats is here
We ain't going nowhere
Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man

f/ Juelz, Un Kasa

Killa
This that Harlem Music Right Here
This that Diddy Bop, Get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip Set

[Cam'Ron Verse]
Uh, Uh
You know me dawg, I just wanna keep the peace
But saying my name, that's only gonna lead to beef
Tell my niggaz chill, but they wanna heat the streets/ (Be Easy)
Or do all the records, Check-it who spit beef to heat

[Juelz Santana Verse]
Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that
He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back?

[Un Kasa Verse]
Give me the Mac, let me welcome with that
Tell “Mr. Rogers”, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that

[Cam'Ron Verse]
Listen, ya'll Stop It/ (Stop)
Know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit/ (all profit)
Harlem Hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it/ (nope)
But you hard, when you go in the floor, pop dance?
What you offering, put it, write an offer in
They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin
Look at the Porsche he's in/ (look at it)
Then Give them portioning/ (To Who?)
No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends
Friends, but the sizzurp I'm drinking on
Birds I'm thinking on
Get your Kirk Franklin on
Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on
Just when you think it's wrong
One blink, he's gone/ (damn)

(Chorus)
Father Forgive us
We gon take him to church
Father Forgive us
And it's the truth it hurts
Father Forgive us
And that won't work
No, No, No, No, No Way

[Cam'Ron 2nd verse]
Yo, you try to handle us
Get on the air and damage us
Screaming out Harlem (huh) like you ain't just a fan to us/ (Where you been
at?)
Well let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us
Blink so mad, he went and beat up Canibus
Zeke got shot then Zeke locked up/ (then)
E got killed (what else?) B popped up
But B hopped up and still broke out his chest
On probation, Doe on house arrest/ (what up Doe)
Right out the flesh
Sit in a house and rest
He don't pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh/ (Fresssh)
Not that you care, just getting clear and think
One glare and wink
Everyone wearing pink
I'm the reason that your two rings are clear/ (Yeh, What Else?)
I'm the reason that your ear rings is square/ (Yeh, hear?)
Now we take trips to casinos, to lovely homes
You check on Lotti's mom, Minos, Honeycombs/ (Homes)
You trying to fake it with cardem, pardon
You gonna leave them naked like Tarzan

[Cam'ron Talking]
Kudo Love know that too

Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron 3rd verse]
Yo, Yo
I kill diamonds, get with pearls
I ain't trying kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do, I say “Get 'Em Girls”
Not a diss dawg (nope) we just heard the fronting/ (Heard It)
Do Harlem a favor (What?) get a church or something/ (something)
A rec center in the winter where the youth can play
They don't even shoot the jay
sell drugs, shoot and spray
I'm knownbetter, still moving deuce a day
Two, that's two keys, I still move the Yay/ (Yayo)
Found a newer way
My crew do and say
Fist Fights to Shoot Outs, we won't move away


[Chorus behind Cam 'Ron talking]

All my niggaz that held it down the last half a decade
My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th
Black tone, White Tone, 142nd Rell Street
And 141st, Tito, My Jamaicans, My Belegians
33 33 Polo grounds, St.Nick colonial Jurist
Lincoln, Tab, Forster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner
Wilson, East River, The 9, 145th St.Nick, 145th Broadway
Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan
134th and 8th, Powerful what's really popping
Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head
The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy
A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggaz in Harlem
Get your hustle on
Keep your muzzle strong
I know about the Block

[Intro]
Killa, Dipset
Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0})
I got to be the best livin' man (you already know)
Holla at me

[Verse 1]
Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy"
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get a knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the donzinna
The don of don play the dug-out like donzimma
I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world

[Chorus] 2x
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'

[Verse 2]
Man you know how I line my backs
With they diamond crack
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell vikitins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fuck with those grills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
Fuck Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde

[Chorus] 2x
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'