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357 - Cam´ron

What up on my Harlem niggas

My BK niggas

Back uptown baby

Lennox Ave.

 

My Oyas on Broadway all day

 

Aye yo you love the way I rep black

Step the f back

'Fore I bring out the guns

And chest check

Respect that

Any girl I met that

Hit that

Love the way I spit that

I don't kit kat

Push your wig back

Get you shit snatched

Get your ribs cracked

Got a friend

Have me kick that

Get that

Sit back

School shit skip that

Learn how to flip pack

For the big stacks

And the big act

Now I got the big gats

Click, clack, uhh

Since day one been in a ditch

Came with a snitch

Now I'm in the pen in the mix

Friends sending me flicks

Girls sending me kicks

Been in some shit

Had to tap a chin with a fist

When the band out of the road?

Begin with a stich

End in a kiss

So yo so I blend in the mix

Now a day don't go by

I ain't been in a chick

Eight and a half

on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich

Eating on cinnamon grits

Grinning and shit

How a nigga spin in 6

See they all see the 12

But you see me in it

TVs in it

BBs kinted

Ask who it is

You see me tinted

I did drive-bys

 

Now I take you on top of a high rise

See if you can sky dive

I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium

How 'bout the Palladium

Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh

Play people

Jumped up and sprayed people

I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal

You not a threat

You want it you got it bet

I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet

Nigga wait now I'm set

I'll go another route

Kidnap your family make you brother

eat your mother out

After I done dug her out

Needles to jug her out

Pillows to smother out

You don't fuck give abouta

Un would've talked about

I'm through wit' it

Your crew ain't even true wit' it

I see your man he's like

umm nothing to do with it

I know thatyou pack like

But Cam why you act like that

SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack

Pat pat pat

Rat tat tat

Put fear 'fore envy

Nigga I'm not in fear of any

I'll leave a nigga black and blue

Like a pair of Pennys

While me and Betha

Throw fiestas

By alma queta

Chicqueta

Monero

Nieta

Don't ever fuck around

with the Don's cheddar

See Jimmy Jones

frontin' in the Jon Cletta

Or the black boots

Jumpin out to act cool

Cars never 'emlease

Girls tease 'em

My man and his wifey want me

down with the threesome

Niggas tease 'em

Bitches please 'em

When I'm out of town yo my pants

got a crease in 'em

All calls valid

Never hard mallet

Dallas

Been up in you star's stlyusfavorite

Coward

Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert

But you should thank Un though

Coulda made you run though

Been at your front door

Gun hold for fun though

yoYo, yo, yo,

What's up?

what the fuck is wrong with you

Fuck that it's not a game

Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin

for niggas like that

Man fuck them niggas B

Yo, you know what you do

What?

Tell these niggas the real deal

Aight check it

Aiyyo cook up the crack,

Cook up the crack

Everytime you look up a gat

Got you shook up attack huh

Look in the back, nah

The guns I had put in the back

I want the hook up in check

On this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like

Or what I dislike

But get the fuck out my face

til' your shit's right

See baby boy I carry guns

You know the big type

The kind that might give you

a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like

y'all flippin' hundred pack

But nowadays I'm the only

You a running back

You got to understand baby

I'm done with the crack

I get pure white coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan

Leave your whole brain dead

Light this herb

Don't mean to disturb

Never been to Sesame Street

but I flip a big bird

And I know stealers

and they not from Pittsburgh

 

No kids rapping or ostriches

Just kidnapings and hostages

So, y'all better obey

We shoot pro way

Mess with us no way

Now go 'head go play

 

 

 

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