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"Horse & Carriage"
(feat. Mase)

"Horse & Carriage"
(feat. Mase)



[Cam'ron]
Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial
You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs
If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)
Shut the fuck up

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

[Cam'ron]
Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs
(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And you don't know) You better toughin' up
(Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuckyou up
(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
And when he got ass I said "me too"
And when he got the drop I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all tinted out, your car's see-through
I see you

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

[Cam'ron]
Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Tell the vally "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin a party, later tonight
like Phil Collins said in "The Heat Of The Night"
'cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long)
'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
(and uh) drop six (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsy to drive
but I got my horse and carriage right outside

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for eva
And we gonna riiiiiise
And we gonna riiiiiise
And we gonna riiiiiise
 
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"Horse & Carriage (Remix)"
(feat. Big Punisher, Charli Baltimore, ...)

"Horse & Carriage (Remix)"
(feat. Big Punisher, Charli Baltimore, ...)



[Intro: Silkk (Cam'Ron)]

Remix
(That's right) Silkk the Shocker
Uh, Cam'Ron (You ain't know) No Limit
(That's right) Untertainment
(I'm here and there) mo' money
(I'm here and there)
Ya don't know?

[Verse One: Cam'Ron]

Aye yo I just walk wit' ya'll, I don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know I'm sheisty, and all my jewels Icey
Tryin' to settle down Ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'I don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but I cam with a 'core
For the love of Money, Charli, whoa It Ain't My Fault
Like Silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole Squad is Terrorin', cats is No Limit
And I'm a diplomat, I'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know

[Chorus (Wyclef)]

Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know

[Verse Two: Big Punisher]

Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the Spanish kid wit' the goatee
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin Triple Seis
Hot as hell, I'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Reppin Uptown to Harlem World, where we at
I'm up coughin in the ambulance
>From way downtown, they got the Horses and the Carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from Central Park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the Cabaret of Love

[Chorus (Wyclef)]

Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know

[Verse Three: Charli Baltimore]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought I already barked on cats about Russ Hadden
It ain't work, gotta Scream on cats like Wes Craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know I hadn't in me
Like Lil' Kim -- didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, I Prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & Carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where I come from
Ask Jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, Siskel and Elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see Charli, in a Benz or Ferrari
Hennesey or Pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But I flip, be the new face, cover of Trace
This the motherfuckin remix, we ain't need no {Mase}

Uh huh uh huh
We like it (Slikk the Shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (Cam'Ron, No Limit)
(Untertainment)
(Mo' money, ya heard me)

[Verse Four: Silkk]

I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon; now I like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till I fall, should I say, my time is up
And I cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause I could ball with or without the shipment
And I'm down girl, but I could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the Shocker, Cam'Ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(Must be a car), Miss I could pull you, with or without the six
Now I ain't the C-E-O, but I ain't far from it
So if I ain't far from C-E-O
That mean I ain't far from havin' C-E-O money
Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth this much
Like Mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles - drop a beat, I'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game - and cop a brick
No Limit Soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like ohhhhhhh, "It Ain't My Fault!"
I'm from the N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
Tru my click, Silkk, the Shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money I'm tryin' to make it
Bustas I'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh I love Silkk, and then, ooh I hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but I don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now I don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!

[Chorus (Wyclef)]

Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know

Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know

[music till fade]
 
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"I Just Wanna"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"I Just Wanna"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Chorus - (singing in the back)]
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, What we want uh I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick
for a minute ya know, Dip set, freaky, jones, santana, uh Harlem
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Yo, Yo, Ayo
I just wanna come through ice in the crown
I just want the coke price to go down
I just wanna get a couple months, dog
Not like for these pounds
I just wanna have this orgy and these dikes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop coming over knowing they bleeding
I want head from east nava
I wanna get the benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need prada
She could be a damn reeboker
Long as she freak proper
I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni Braxton
Come over show ya homie action
I want em now I want em wild I wanna bone they back in
I wanna whip I wanna drop I wanna chrome reaction
You should know I'd give a kidney to ya'll
I want my women to shine I want my niggaz to ball
I want it all
[Chorus]
[Juelz]
Come on, Juelz, Dip Set killa killa, ya'll know what the fuck I want
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Yo, Yo
Yo, I just wanna get money
I just wanna get hoes
I just wanna smoke weed and o's
I just wanna get a million get low
I just wanna do a album , shit 4
I just wanna live rich not po
I just wanna be happy not stress
I just want my girl to know right now I'm not happy I'm stress
I just want the struggle to stop
But on this beat I don't wanna talk I just want the muzzle to pop
I don't want a job I just wanna hustle the Roc
I just love the way that coke fluff in the pot
I just want the coupe to be pretty
I just wanna cruise through the city
Baby, I just want ya ass to be fat
I just wanna play tag from the back
I just wanna go half on the sack
I just want my dick to fit in ya mouth
I just wanna sit in the house
I just wanna make music for my niggaz to bounce, come on
[Chorus]
[Cam and Juelz Talking]
[Verse 3]
[Cam'Ron]
I just want you to know you'll get slapped in ya face
I just wanna know what happened to mase
I just want him to know,
Rock dem jewels flash that chrome
Its all good you can come back home
If you want
[Juelz]
Ayo, I just want this paper to be straight
I just want this cake to hurry up and bake
So I can send it upstate
I just want my money back in a week
I just wanna get the fuck out this studio and back in the streets
[Cam]
I just wanna fuckin stop being aggie as hell
I just want head from Pattie Labelle
I just want when I'm stress when I'm vex
Want L to pass me the L
You don't want L to pass me the shells
It will get ugly
[Juelz]
I just want my moms to let me smoke weed in my home
I just want my nigga T to come home
I just want the v to be chorme
I just want these hoes to leave me alone
Come on, I want it all nigga
[Chorus till fade]
 
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"I'm A Chicken Head (Skit)"

"I'm A Chicken Head (Skit)"


[ck head:] and your right ill be a chicken cause ur a cat so ill 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 wasnt pickin up the fuckin phone, i dont understand why

[cam:] what are u sayin u said you wasnt gona call me any more so why are you callin me

[ck head:] and so what you say alot things but you dont do it you want to get technical

[cam:] why are you callin me

[ck head:] ill call you when i feel like it change your number

ill be a chicken so ima act like a chicken quack quack quack or whatever the fuckin sounds they make

[cam:] thats a duck what u wanna b 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 caue thats how u got me feellin right not

[cam:] man listen

[ck head:] no dont tell me to fuckin listen you listen where u at

[cam:] im at the studio

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

[cam:] iight
 
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"I'm Nice"

"I'm Nice"


Yo, turn me up some b!
I'm about to lace ya'll
Check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
See the drug game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A little indo
That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where It's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur
Cause girls I control them classy
Old and sassy
Old and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me
But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy
Just a while ago I was rollin badly
We was on the low wit Aggie
But now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy life size
My girl yo she slices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga
Executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
Until she sprayed out and layed out
Ineffections of blood
A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what else that puzzles me?
I find this shit a riddle
How come when you got a lot?
People say you got a little
Like they say you act a little funny
Cause you got a litte money
And you did a little song and
Made a little money
Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a little star
Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car
I prove they all are liars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point like Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh nigga
That drink hard liquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Platinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves the hooligans
Now we eat at houlihans's
Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them niggas Who the Man
Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran
You know that I'm a skitzo
Who listens to calypso
But I'm quick though
And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko
Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas
You win nada
Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time
Nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot
 
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"I.B.S."

"I.B.S."


Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though

[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude
Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin
Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine

[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

[Verse 2]
Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin
He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)
My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner
I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)
What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Instagram Skit"
(feat. Tiff Da Gift Daniel)

"Instagram Skit"
(feat. Tiff Da Gift Daniel)



[Tiff Da Gift Daniel:]
Whatever bitch Imma get you
Oh this bitch ain’t answering the phone?
Wait till I catch this motherfucking bitch
(hello?)
Yeah bitch you better answer the motherfucking phone, why the fuck you keep liking my man’s pics on Instagram?
(answer the phone- who is this?)
Bitch it’s Tiff Da Gift
(Tiff Da Gift…who is this?)
Bitch I just told you who I was, it’s Tiff Da Gift
(who the fuck are you? Tiff Da Gift…)
Why the fuck you keep liking my man’s pics on Instagram bitch?
(this is the wrong number, who is this?)
I got it out of my man’s motherfucking phone bitch cause he met you on Instagram and your old nasty ass gave him your number. You know who the fuck I am
(why you calling my phone, how’d you get my number?)
I-I got it out my man’s phone bitch, you know where I got it from
You know who my man is bitch, Cap_27_762_;405
(oooh, was you in any of his pictures?)
Bitch don’t worry if I was in any of his motherfucking pictures bitch, how bout I got your pictures, and I’m gonna put those bitches up, and flag your motherfucking page ho
(oh I think I know what you talking bout)
You motherfucking right
(oh that’s your man, tell him not to call my phone)
He can call you bitch, cause he wants some pussy and some head ho
(this bitch)
Whatever bitch, Imma get you
 
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"Intro"
(feat. DJ Kay Slay)

"Intro"
(feat. DJ Kay Slay)



[Cam'Ron]
How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

[Kay Slay]
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

[Cam'Ron]
El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man

[Kay Slay]
Yo son

[Cam'Ron]
What's good?

[Kay Slay]
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

[Cam'Ron]
Slap her?

[Kay Slay]
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

[Cam'Ron]
Off the bat?

[Kay Slay]
Off the bat, just backhand her

[Cam'Ron]
Why's that, though?

[Kay Slay]
'Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"

[Cam'Ron]
[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don't understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?

[Kay Slay]
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That's cause ya game is tight

[Cam'Ron]
Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...

[Verse]
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
Y'all gonna see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin' I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'

[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Let's get down to business, Harlem
 
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"Intro (Purple Haze)"

"Intro (Purple Haze)"


[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]
 
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06.07.2010
Poruka
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"It's Killa"

"It's Killa"


Killa...
You know I can talk about what I wanna talk about
Them statute of limitations is up for them drugs
Far as them murders, I never knew nuttin' anyway
I was sleep, yo

'97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount
Chick in my crib I [?] I'm 'bout to dig it out
Then Mase called, said "Yo I'm stuck inside some bitches house"
Her boyfriend at the door, could I hurry up and get him out
Aight, what's the address? Homie said "Kingsbridge"
That was great I had some niggas right on [?] bridge
Yeah we play but believe it ain't no game kid
Hopped off the elevator, aimed it at that lame lid
I ain't give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho
Got this nigga home and he passed me a hundo (dollars)
Told him straight up I ain't feeling him
Let me curve this nigga 'fore I end up killing him
I would make 80k on a lazy day
Then I watched him play Pop Lotti against Baby Maine
At this time I'm moving heroin in Maryland
They both died and this nigga turned reverand!
Had the hood hot, FBI and agents ran
We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul
Fuck it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres
On the high way nigga moving that [?]

When them drum fly, when them drum fly
Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy
Nigga that's Killa, nigga that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa, motherfucker that's Killa
From your tour days, from your tour days
To your court case, dressed in the North Face
Nigga that's Killa, nigga that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa, motherfucker that's Killa

I smoke pounds you clown, homie you heard the bluff
All your murder stuff, man I heard enough
NFL murderers, you heard of us
This when Herb McGruff used to serve the dust
Task force, homicide, DT's and other narcs
My jewellery wear that frozen like my mothers heart
Bless her heart lord, me I'm some other shark
But the way I get money that's another art
Where should a brother start? How I used to pump in parks
Or how I parked niggas on the side of the barber shop
Give me some Skittles, beast mode, I'm hard to stop
My life's cement, not wood, so it's hard to knock
Niggas get knocked off get knocked, the bill paid
From that 212, two-twelving with that 12 gauge
God's child, you owe me money? See hells raised
You got two weeks and my two weeks is twelve days

When them drum fly, when them drum fly
Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy
Nigga that's Killa, nigga that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa, motherfucker that's Killa
From your tour days, from your tour days
To your court case, dressed in the North Face
Nigga that's Killa, nigga that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa, motherfucker that's Killa
 
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