Cam'ron

"Lord You Know"

"Lord You Know"


[Intro:]
Dipset,
Let's do it y'all,

[Chorus:]
Now lord you know,
Just how hard I try to live my life & live it right all the time, (Nasty)
'Till i see some light, (Dipset, we here let's do it man)
Or even better,
Way over way a new day, (Long time man)
Someday ?? something about tomarrow,(Harlem)
It gets better you know, (Killa, Killa)

[Verse 1:]
Uh,
Listen,
On my muscle you'll be dazzled,
But hustlins a hassle,
Percuset, demerol, capsules & packets,
Cops want to cuff you,
Niggas want to clap you,
Bitches want to burn you,
They running with that clap too,
But the monster made it,
Do it for those incarcerated,
Who had it confiscated,
I hate it when they take powder,
Upstate he takes showers,
Baby mom on Greyhound for eight hours,
See a man face to face through a glass,
On the phone,
10 years he got chasin' that cash,
Cocaine he had to gave in the stash,
Fell like the towers when the planes went on crash,
It wasn't nine one one (9/11)
But it was nine one one (9-1-1)
Gave him nine plus one,
Dropped a dime on dun,
I told him get his nine & run,
Turned him self in i had to find that dumb, (thats too long)

[Chorus:]
Now lord you know,
Just how hard i try to live my life & live it right, (Dipset bitch, Dipset bitch)
'Till i see some light, (Killa, Killa)
Or better yet,
Way over way a new day,
Someday its the ? something about tomorrow,(Florida y'all wit me)
It gets better you know,(Uh,Killa)

[Verse 2:]
Ayyo,
Them niggas from the three two,
Said i can't breeze through,
The fourty if I cop bottles,
We can't believe you,
Me who?,
Please boo,
Landin' in that G2,
The same color as beef stew,
Favin' that is GQ,
That's me true,
Peace Blue,
Hebrew,
Lawyer on my side to keep me out of jail the fee stoop,
That's deep, (wooh)
But it might lead to that R2-D2,
The mobsters creep through,
We the new P.E.,
Shit P.U.,
To the hood,
Ya'll don't need me,
I need you,
Because my missions the same,
You couldn't envision the pain,
Always a snitch in the game,
What you want prison or fame,
Neither one dun,
As long as my digits the same,
He lookin' frigid,
Dig it,
Make sure them digits get changed,
(Why?)
Because I can't be in hell's cell,
Shouts to mel mel,
Cash & Heoll Rell,
Zeke doing 3,
He even fell hell,
He coming home in '07,
Owns 12 cells,
Because you must of known,
I can't trust the phones,
For the dough you'll be like d'oh stuck at home,

[Chorus:]
Now lord you know, (Lord you know)
Just how hard I try to live my life & live it right all the time,
'Till I see some light,
Or better yet,
Way over Way a new day, (Wayyyyy)
Someday its the ? something about tomorrow,
It gets better you know,

[Verse 3:]
Uh,
Yo,
Now a days dog they raid up in the ball parks,
Blaze up when they cross sharks,
We raiders of the lost arcs,
I'm like the ball player,
Shake up & cross narcs,
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box,
More props,
R.I.P. my poor pops,
Can't see his sun shine like the four tops,
My antennas will block the scanners,
I got blammers,
You'll drop your hammers,
Lawyers to watch grammar,
Cameras to watch Cameras,
Niggas to watch bitches,
Nanna to watch Grandma,
In pajamas,
I snook out to watch santa,
Now look at Killa,
You gon' watch Santana,

[Chorus Fade Out]

"Losin' Weight"
(feat. Prodigy)

"Losin' Weight"
(feat. Prodigy)



[Cam'ron: Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
Why I can't move away
It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
Before a nigga under the world
When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side
And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker
if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
He got hit up that same night
Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight
Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks
Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money
You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved
That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker
[Chorus - Prodigy:]
[Prodigy:]
I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall
murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo
Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth
Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet
I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun
Capital P, you know whats the outcome
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from
For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
Who real ?? check me out though
The most ill, more drama than Denzel
More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon
it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
and niggaz flashin' crazy
[Chorus - Cam'ron:]

"Losing Weight Part 2"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Losing Weight Part 2"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwin me
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out homicide
[Cam'Ron]
18 months please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men
That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe
Bitch is a renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade
And y'all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Fuck losing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwin me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me
Until the shots get me
[Juelz Santana]
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire
Its real dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire
Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the 5th and just fire
Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire
Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall
That's just the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with dogs
My villians will finish you off
Head in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the express way
While I got my hand in the Tech wave
Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight
I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake
He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one"
I'm on the block as usual
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me son, hold your own
And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone
And I believed her
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwin me
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out homicide
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Fuck losing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwin me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me
Until the shots get me

"Love My Life"
(feat. Nicole Wray)

"Love My Life"
(feat. Nicole Wray)



[Intro]
Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above
Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave
Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?
Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings
I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody
So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did
[Verse 1 - Cam'Ron]
Before I had the hammer cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Deita
Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka
Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika
Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell
He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard
Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word
Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
He did damage, road managed my G.O.D
Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard
16, the bitch dream had stupid cars
Cut the '68, hooptie '75
Still drives some bullshit, I don't know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career
Thats a fact they ain't talking no rap shit
I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick
My dude study the sabbath
No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
He could have my house, he could keep my mauries
He could drive my cars, this a eastside story
(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)
[Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)]
To play the game, sure to win
[?]
I sacrificed, I rolled the dice
I love the hood, I love my life
[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]
See a boss I prepared to be
When I walk away from a confrontation I ain't scared of you I'm scared of me
I got a gun, you don't so it flares you'll see
After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
So I move carefully, niggas don't care for me
Who care I don't, you share I wont
Calm down (uhuh) breathe again
I don't do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end
Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)
Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)
Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)
Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)
I don't look in the sky, never mind stars
You also find stars, right behind bars
Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest
Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest
They wanted my ass right alongside zeke
Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek
I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome
Yeah I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on
And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours
Where they flash the power, no bath or shower
In that same spot, realize math is power
So I pointed the mansion, that is ours
[Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)]

"Me And My Boo"
(feat. Charli Baltimore)

"Me And My Boo"
(feat. Charli Baltimore)



[Man]
A-yo Cam
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
[Man]
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
[Cam'Ron]
No I did not man
[Man]
Yo stop lying
[Cam'Ron]
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
[Man]
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
[Cam'Ron]
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
[Man]
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
[Cam'Ron]
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
[Man]
Yo, stop frontin'
[Cam'Ron]
That's like my sister, word to mother
[Man]
Yo you lying
[Cam'Ron]
Whatever man whatever
[Man]
Yeah, aight
[Girl]
A-yo Charli, what's up wit you and Cam
[Charli]
Nothin' that's my dog
Saying this together
[Girl]
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
[Charli]
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
[Girl]
Let me find out
[Cam]
A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic
[Charli]
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic
[Cam]
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet
[Charli]
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech
[Cam]
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck
[Charli]
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck
[Cam]
Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though
[Charli]
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's
[Cam]
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low
[Charli]
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo
[Cam]
A-yo you real funny
[Charli]
Yo you know how we go
[Cam]
Yeah, motherfucking peoples
[Charli]
Uh, without the egos
[Cam]
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best
[Charli]
Man I love you to death

[Chorus 1]
I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

[Charli]
Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that
She never would've spent that
On Cam'Ron I bought me my first box of tampons
Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick

[Chorus 2]
I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

[Cam]
A-yo I'm sorry yo
But when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari
How you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister
She game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice
And rappin', the bitch is nice
She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference
A wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down
So cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck
Thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once
When we grew up
But then I saw her naked
And I threw up

[Chorus 1 and 2 (2x)]

"Me Killa"
(feat. Shy Boogs)

"Me Killa"
(feat. Shy Boogs)



[Hook: Shy Boogs]
Killah, k-killah, k-killah
Drug dealer, skanless nigga
'Less nigga, 'less nigga
Come again, me say me

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, I don't know what you heard, but I'm cool with the drama
Couple people still alive cause I'm cool with their mama
Niggas thinking I'm with JuJu cause I'm in love
She ain't black, man, she Cuban, I'm over the plug
I can make cocaine
Crack too, baking soda, propane
No halves or quarters, I do the whole thing
Take a sniff you'll be on that soulplane, oh mane
Money makers linked up because we feel each ther
Last name Giles, but run it like the Felix brothers
Wanna bet? Then let's deal, it gets real
Over that juice I play Bishop and press steel

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Yo, any beef, man, I muzzle it, go
In the middle of the summer I be shoveling snow
What fight? What fight you had? Man, you tussle with hoes
Before I met Terrence Howard, Cam hustled and flowed
Be in meetings in my pajamas
Turn decimals into commas
You get it like I get it then meet me in the Bahamas
Island, in Nassau I'm building a Benihanas
Still in the hood, though waiting on any drama
Or the projects parked waiting on your mama
Or the park in the projects to bating with piranhas
Call this an Apartheid, baby, I'm from the far side
Trafficking, nah, it's just a car ride

[Hook]

"Me, My Moms & Jimmy"
(feat. Kenny Greene)

"Me, My Moms & Jimmy"
(feat. Kenny Greene)



Take your time young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
Mama used to say take it in your stride
Uh, uh Killa Cam
Mama used to say live your life
Federica
Live your life

Ey yo Cam, this rap shit
How you know I love games
It's like I got a habit
Gotta keep the drug game
Why
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing
Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel the same
Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me
But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me
Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that
When yall got knocked, yall was dying in jail
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail
Acting like criminals, yall some fake generals
What you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah)
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates
And the tubes of Colgate
Two and four states, yeah I can verify
Man a nigga never lie
Go head wit your killer schemes
Nah we gotta iller dreams
Land in the Philippines I got about four mil a piece
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team
And they keep frontin
Are they gonna jump me too
I wish they would
Jump me please jump me too
That's what I'm sayin with y'all
Monkey see monkey do
Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family

[CHORUS]
Mama used to say take your time young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
Mama used to say take it in your stride
Mama used to say live your life, live your life

Now when it's time to chill out
I might pull the silks out
But I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed out
I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out
Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about
Well what you want baby, a description of me
I'm frontin with the ladies having you picture me
Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my fam
And the long sliky hair with the bow legged stands
You in my V in the rear, on the low from your man
Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin your hand
Do you know how to scuba
I got a house in Aruba
But you keep it on low cause my spouse got a Ruger
Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor
Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters

Get out my house cause I will shoota
Federica I will step to her
Senorita know how I maneuver
Mamasita sip margarita
Messin with Cam you get punched in your mouth
Only key you ever had was the one to your house
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones
You think Cam's nice he's a son of a gun
Cause I have heaters before them sneakers
When Run had Adidas and reefer was cheeba
Although I'm an entity
All those crooked crooks down town remember me
Second home one hundred tenth street

Yo Cam you violent
You remind me of your daddy
Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads
Ooow mom stop
Why you hittin me, stop

[CHORUS: 3X to fade]

"Monster Muzik"
(with Vado)

"Monster Muzik"
(with Vado)



[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Word up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it again?
Word up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in your little shit!
You got that?
Keep that shit, man!
You could have it man.
WE GOOD!
Killa!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] See you like to front. (word!) Me? I like to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on fourth down you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the type to bunt
No support stay in court twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah granted - it was aggrevated
But you characters my character - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated cash related (cash related!)
I tell your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't catch feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that slight bet
Word my word heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude: Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they call us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' with us!)
Three shots I'll take his whole team out! (fire, man!)
Arsenio ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2: Vado]
You now lookin' at the face of the new team (yes!)
No Plies! Big faces in these true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two G's.
She gon' drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I need to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need your help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything like I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the couch in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 3:]
[Vado:]
DAMN! See while I'm feelin' myself? (See?)
The market done changed and y'all rappers still on the shelf? (things change!)
Quick to go for the Eagles like I'm from Philadelph'
I feel for y'all health - 'fore I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump! No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on that four door Porsche should be out in a month.
[Cam'Ron:]
With these keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) Nautica feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the ground the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, I'll unfacin it
Jag Coupe is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller hustler slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]

"More Gangsta Music"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"More Gangsta Music"
(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]