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"Come Home With Me"
(feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana)

"Come Home With Me"
(feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana)



[Cam'ron talking]
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!

[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had espestoes
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck the DT's
Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
Money, brown bag, extortion
Caution, where there's tragedy often
Relax in a coffin
And the bitch know I'm serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
So come home wit me
Where the girls wanna come home wit me
They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
I'm the first one wit hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
AWWWWW SHUCKS!

[Juelz Santana]
Yo come home wit me
To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
That's come to me
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads
They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'
Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing
Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine
Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
Come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food
Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
Phonies off, rentings backed up
Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
Hit the streets gats up
Clap up, and get they money back up
Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
So don't get trapped in it

[Jim Jones]
Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
Leave me alone
So early I was free to just rome
Wit 7 keys to the home
11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
Fiends come coppin' the raw
Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
There's some locks on the door
Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
School, cutting it early
Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
Come on home wit me, these are the facts
Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
And shit he still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
Dip set come home wit me

Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!
Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana
 
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"Come Kill Me"

"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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"Confessions"

"Confessions"


[Cam] Father
[Minister] Yes my son
[Cam] Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
[Minister] 21? That seems like a very long time for
you to miss confession my son
[Cam] Yeah, but I'm only 19
[Minister] 19?
[Cam] Yeah
[Minister] Thats interesting
[Cam] Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know

[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you wanna start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry
Cause we were born to die
So fuck mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Told her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she had a nice figure
Drove a nice Vigor
And for mr to bag her
That I had to be a nice nigga
Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really wanna be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
Thats why I'm going to hell
This shit ain't going that well
Too many things I did that aren't loose
Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost
My grandfather got me mad
And I peed inside hid orange juice
And asked him if its tangy
When I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't really wanna talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called incest

[Cam] You know what I'm sayin'?
[Minister] My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
boastfully, that he will not heal.

[Verse 2]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I love that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
He........

[Cam singing]
Hey little baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your milk
Make sure that your bottle filled

Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride like the Princess
But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
20 years old and dead
BMX days he played the front
I rolled the pegs
My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sold and did
But fuck it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein Black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the glory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'll be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
That cold November weekend
When I had to grab that Deacon
And put him into my dungeons of heathens
And then in tongues I was speakin

[Cam speaking in tongues]

Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Flippin through the Bible
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit

[Cam] So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
[Minister] My son, my son
[Cam] Please
[Minister] I understand that you're stressed my son, but
don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads...
 
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"Cookies-N-Apple Juice"
(feat. Byrd Lady, Skitzo)

"Cookies-N-Apple Juice"
(feat. Byrd Lady, Skitzo)



[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Killa!
Yo
I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her
I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper, (yes) but when she can't decipher (what?)
Love for fucking no fussing, buzzing, she out my Sypher(ahh)
Come thru in a Viper (Viper)
God damn I might white Nike her (yeah)
Yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate I might just dyke her (dyke her)
You fight and fuss wanna bite her, (damn)
Lock your girl down just like rikers
I ain't gotta do that once I hit your shit the damn bitch a lifer (forever)
This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her
He a runner, I'm a gunner, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get the lighter
I'll have you squirtin' for certain, yeah bring a diaper
Milk, Lemonade, I'm a fucking renegade
Handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage (stage, stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron
My crib got more poles than the fire department (Ahh)

[Chorus: Skitzo]
Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, (Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

[Verse 2: Byrd Lady]
First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady
Holdin' up you know it gets crazy
No I'm not yo' girl but I could be your baby
Yes baby, I'm sexy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
Cuz I'm fly high floatin' with a jet ski
that's why your man wanna sex me
Yep, he said I'm cute, try to throw me in the loop
Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice
Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse and Porsche, vroom-vroom
zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room
Classy, yet I get nasty, nasty but never trashy
Bright light, yes bitch I'm flashy, no you will never pass me
Ask me? Ask who, ask you
I'm sick, something like a flu flu
You stink, something like a zoo zoo
Lay low, you know what to do boo
Cuz you don't want no problems, please trust girl
I will solve them
Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem
This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty
Bitches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
I said, cookies and some apple juice
Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes
No hassle, hit 'em with a gavel, ask 'em my whole staff will shoot (Shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
What could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at you
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn)
Fuck Christmas, you could have a merry year
Where you wanna go, everywhere?
What you wanna do? Let me hear
I'm talkin' Vegas, I don't do them teddy bears (nope, nope, nope)
But I do do the fish nets...
Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No homo..)
But I'm tryna get your lips wet
Doggy-style, facial, huh.. Welcome to Dipset

[Chorus to fade]
 
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"Cookin' Up"

"Cookin' Up"


[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen
Red stove, red pots, one in the head cocked
One the on the feds probe, red stools, red inf
Red floor, your all fakers red couch
Red crystal red pepper and salt shakers
The red room, red curtains, its summer squish
Show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
Telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula
From sellin coke im proper docked that means im spectacular
They bitin like tyson, worse than that dracular
Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her
Let me make ya plane, since dane to danes I made it rain
Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planes
I'm Killa, you Andre Miller, got a basic game
I told ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains
I'm Derek Jeter, cause I'm in between the base my mane
And thats on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings
Silencers on calibers would do it louder bro
Sledge hammer, smash his melon im the black galicka
You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time
Wack bitches, rat snitches, my life's a punch line
I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars
Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours
I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt
Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up

[Chorus x2]
We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to Kitchen
We just cookin' baby, we just cookin up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
You don' sold a bottle, huh, I'm twistin ya cap
And I'm luxury girl come sit on my lap
Her friends like don't go that shit is a trap
They'll have you trafficn' swallowin, shittin smack
They pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that
You the fliest one in your crew
Them bitches is wack
Started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap
Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin some crack
I'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, two tramps, fuck my money honey
Bring your food stamps, go ahead, you dance
A elephant to you ants
Chain, Alaska, Bracelet, Nebraska, crib, well disaster
42 plasmas, royal blue laurie, shorty you bastard
Only thing I don't know, what resort we in
I tell a bitch "get over here", like Scorpion
Cars, order in flavors, you order from avis
Come around me why? They know my ora contagious
And I'm sorta courageous, plus the kid smart
Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors
Next door at your neighbors, they said all of you haters
Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper
In the North I'm the Mayor
And my kicks, University of Florida
Of course they gators

[Repeat chorus]
 
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"Crime Pays (Intro)"

"Crime Pays (Intro)"


All generals stand in line, salute nigga

[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the loot
Also put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof
CRIME PAYS!
I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
O.G. glisten and glee, sit in the V
Did it in three, homeboy listen to me

[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine

[Verse 2]
BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be
3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a lifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'll have a Spyder
David said police, Wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married, have a big crib in France
I started actin up, wait a minute back it up
This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up
Then Mr. Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked
"You got a problem Cam" Yeah, I should teach this class
Maybe I'll reach they ass,
Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit, debit, plus receipts for cash
A few geeks had laughed, I told the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin
Call Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this
Damn I'm rich, a drug dealer turned out philanthropist

[Hook x2]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine
 
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"Curve"

"Curve"


[Talking: Cam'ron]
Nah I told shorty to curve!
she like Curve?
I'm like Curve!
She like what that mean?
I'm like that mean get away from me
Ya breath stink. you heard of tick tacs?
Curve man get outta here.
If big pun was alive he'd tell you to go that way
Curve!!

[Verse 1]
From Ecuador,
Extra raw,
Repertoire,
like the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck ajarred
Respect it pa don't believe, better call
I need a fre fre fre freak I mean a tramp ma
and my dick you can lick like a stamp ugh
and ya back you can arch like a ramp ma
get a helmet you about to get rammed hard
I'm Rambo, Commando, Camacho
Ya disappear, Vamanos, Vato
Got doe, Gwap hoe, Shots go
Ratt ratt taat how could he not know
Louie socks though, you can see the logo
and I chop blow blow no homo
shoot out in the woods no po-po
he wired, the deal a no go yo
I get dough though, he a no show
I'm so high high in the low low
I ain't gotta address but yo I gotta get dressed
come watch a mobster get fresh
lennon and ostrich on deck
I kno ya'll wish that them shots would've shot me to death but Death becomes me, you a mummy,
I'm out of ur flesh dummy money bustin outta my socks and my sweats
Get cash but a lot of my gwaps in a check

[Hook]
That's my word, if homie actin absurd and he sort of like a bird, then tell tha dude to curveee
Girls too, if she gettin on ya nerves and she got a lot of nerve then tell the girl to curveee
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick

[Verse 2]
Yo, Damn Cam why they startin wars?
Boston garden kitchen, parkay floors
little pimps, watch them whores,
slide em to the crib, right inside her ribs
right outside her ribs, right inside her chips
Please stop watchin me
look, diamonds around her wrist, house behind the cliffs
left her equivalent, to 600 dimes of piff
off the winner menu, I'm from a different venue
these nike's??, don't ask, discontinued
must this continue, one clip will end you
Please stop watchin me
I can't front baby girl I'm something to watch
I ask you one thing girl, you comin or not
I make sugar melt, you don't need killa help
my doors are suicide, bitch go kill ya self
since ya feel ya self, nine mill will steal ya health
Please stop watchin me
I kno a lot of ya'll hatin wanna clap me still
listen good, I don't care how you actually feel
cause I'm actually real, for real wrapped in steal,
and the roof open up like a happy meal
get a steel grip, you won't feel shit
we move single file like we on a field trip
get ya permisson slip, can you vision it
empty the gun son, put in a different clip

[Hook]
That's my word if homie actin absurd and he sorta like a bird, then tell tha dude to curveee
Girls too, if she gettin on ya nerves and she got a lot of nerve then tell the girl to curveee
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick
Curve nigga, no curve trick

[Talking: Cam'ron]
Ya'll kno what it is Harlem,
Ayo hood I'ma get you some publishing on this one dog,
hun40th Harlem you kno what it is, Persona
 
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"Curve (Skit)"

"Curve (Skit)"


[Cam'ron & Ri Ri:]
Hey Cam, what's up? Where you been?
Shit, I been around, Ri Ri. What's up? How you doing?
I good. I was- I 'm glad I got to see you because I wanted you to come to my baby shower
Naw, I'm good
Why you ain't comin' to the show? I want you to come. I really want you to be...
Ahh, its like yo.. you know we know each other but we don't really know each other, we just say, "What's up" to each other. I don't really.. I just don't come to events and stuff like that
I really wanted you to be the baby's godfather, though
Like that's a- Now you buggin' a little bit 'cause. I don't really even.. I just know you as Ri Ri. We say, "What's up," and we speak. You know Instagram came out, you riri126, I don't really even know you like that to be the godfather. I'm just not doing the godfather thing
That's mad rude. I really wanted you to be the baby's godfather
Well I'm sorry. Fuck the whole shit. I guess I just got to be rude, 'cause I'm being honest
But you know what that's why I fuck with you. 'Cause you keep it a buck
Whatever. [*laughter*] Whatever
 
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"D Rugs"

"D Rugs"


[Cam'ron]
This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.

Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear to God I hate him
If I could I would break him
When he comes around, her brain sizzles like a Steakum
Damn, can't jakes take him
She neglected me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tounge
Guess she was in ectasy
For her love
Took the best of me
O-d'd excessively
That's her boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
He's a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain't faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya'll so dumb
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain't racial

[Chorus]
I'm your mother
I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga
In the alley
I'm your doctor
When in need
I'm your Coke
I'm your Weed
You know me
I'm your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin
I'm that monster in your dreams
For my love
You will feen.

[Cam'ron]
What the deal dun?
It's '91
Moms still strung
On this nigga d-rugs
His game's tight
Every night she tries to go pursue him
Then she screws him
But my man Un knew him
Schooled me to him
Said he got mad hoes
He used to pimp him
Said he can get you mad doe
What you mean?
He just ain't wit your mother
He's got other partners
He's a foreigner though
The cops don't like
Illegal alien
Can't even say his name on the phone
But you can get money with him
Then leave him alone
Or you'll be inside the new cuffs
Plus a news rush
Said some more about him
Then he introduced us
Took me to the block where everybody get him off
Showed me his clientele
Ever since--Hit it off
He was right
D-rugs got dumb freaks
Men and women love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.

[Chorus]

[Cam'ron]
Now it's 98
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It's all swell
Way before a felony
But now that we together
It seems that moms in jealous
Cause he wit me now
And everyone time I g him
But when it comes to her
She even pay to see him
Eh yo, money excites me
But my niggas on the block
They got shysty
Cause I'm wit d-rugs
They don't like me
Tried to snipe me
Right before the damn feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by the cops
But for my mother
Man there's nothin but love
But that's what we get--Fuckin wit Drugs.

[Chorus]
 
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"D.I.A."

"D.I.A."


[Ric Flair:]
I can't help it that I'm custom made
I can't help it that I look good
Smell good
Whoo!
Can dance all night long
Ms America
If I want to wear a Rolex watch
You haven't got one, you understand?
Ha ha ha ha!

[Cam'ron:]
In my car I had two girls
A quarter mill, pill poppers and pistols ya'll
Bounce they will round
Got em back from frisco ya'll
Lost a package, hit a wall
Got it back I'm sitting tall
Maybe that's the reason my wrist look like a disco ball
Who want to dance man let's take it to the disco ya'll
Remember I ain't write for a year straight I drink cisco ya'll
This when I was 17
Basketball, hollow tips
Hollow tips came first so of course
A nigga ain't got that scholarship
Fuck it
I ain't cared, never cared
Not one for politics
King of Harlem took me on that path
Please acknowledge it
Powers fell, power gained
Still let the sour form
I ain't talking makeup when niggas was in that powder room
A lot of... feens coughing up mucus
Give me mine, hurry up, clean that up
I'm still the cutest
Baby 23 she on me like killa
You still the cutest
Then she got naked
Honey so you's a nudist
Still move heroin
3 piece suit with the rollie on
Stamps stay fresh
Should have named this the Pokemon
That's how feens was acting like niggas was looking for Pokemon
Me, I made a left, to get it right
I know I'm wrong
What's going on? Still flowing strong
Niggas struggling, oh, they just holding on
I'm Aaron Rodgers turn around, I'm going long
My dick the car, on your knees, blow the horn
This the winter, spring too, summer, fall
I'm D.I.A, What's that?
Done It All, Baby turn around
Yeah, you the one I called
Her friend said what you want?
I looked at her and said
None of ya'll
Gold bottling
Hoes hollering
Funky fresh in the flesh
Dave Koresh
Colt following
A King Solomon, look at him
Not a thing bothers him
On the corner, chicken wing Gobbling
I'm here to dismiss the Myths, Ghosts, and Goblins
We will leave you ghost from the toast
Oh not again
Snatch your siblings up, I'm really on it
The rap game be mine, I really want it
I stack hundreds to back blunt it
This cat's done it
I thought bitches how to ball like Pat Summitt
The heroin went and flew in first class
To bag it up, you need scrubs and a nurse mask
Yeah boy you looking at a dirtbag
50 keys in the tub, that's a real bird bath
Shit, all you mother fucking purse snatchers
Till you seen me, you never heard the word swagger
Nope you never heard the word swagger
Shout out to Dan man but I define the word Dapper
(Who you)
Dapper Cam
No clothes on, got a prodigy
Stab your brain with your nose palm
Shit, got that line from the infamous
Black Trump tho, look at my apprentices
Shit, tryna finish all my sentences
I called my niggas up and we can start the senselessness
I'm a chemist
Put tools in your mouth, no dentists
Society yeah they know me
No movie, true menace
Lieutenant hit off the tenants
Some tenants right off of Atlantic Forgot that they owed us money
We just took out his appendix
 
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