Cam'ron

[fox69]

"Dat All"
(feat. Sen City)

"Dat All"
(feat. Sen City)



Pull ups in the Park, in the Winter-Time
Pull up in the dark, I got a Sinner's Mind
You kno just how I get, when it's Dinner Time
You ain't gotta like me but you know that I'm a Winner, 5
No disrespecting Nicky Barnes, Fritz neither
La, Az, M&M, Rich neither
But I'm top shelf, Harlem: Hall of Fame dun
The Lennox Ave "Forest Gump", I'm on the long run
Another piece, another Charm
Another Bracelet damn I need another arm
The only 2 I respect is Puff and Wan
I can't front on my man DC neither
And we got it for cheap, u kno that Mira Mira
Just picked up 30mil from Netflix
Then you wonder why I don't Sweat Chicks
Man I Check Chicks
Even JuJu know... Act right, or I'm on to the Next Bitch
Nah, I love you booboo, you know I'm playing Baby
Man, she know I ain't playing Baby
Y'all be playing Crazy. Me? I be spraying 80
Pa 89. 9 tourists, I have em laying daisies

Flip the keys, 4 flights, 8 towns
Another bird with a bird on the Greyhound
Dat alll Datt Allllll Dat Alll Dat Alllllllllllllll

I need my shorty at the Mta, another at the DMV
My Mommy at the Condo, & my Baby w/ the Ebt
Dat alll Datt Allllll Dat Alll Dat Alllllllllllllll

Your Block dry, no prob I got a Brick for It
War, I see my Taylor. I'm Fit for it
In the Strip Club with money we got off the Strip
I ain't talking about when I say I come off the Hip
Drive bys out the Corsica
Yacht Party, I ain't talking Nautica
Not the Circle line I'm on a different Water bro
10 hoes, 3 O's, 2 Homies, & a Orchestra
Your Daughter Missing? No shes Not. no need Reporting her
She with White Girls, & that White Girl, they Snortin Her
Lifes a Bitch, a few Niggas I kno got caught in Her
Hit with the 45. Mother Earth, they Aborting Her
But I'm smoking on that mother nature
Pull It Twice, It's a Pillow, It will Suffocate Cha
I Ain't Trying It, But Chea, I'm Supplying It
Who Buying It? Your wrinkled feelings? No Problem. ill Iron It

Flip the keys, 4 flights, 8 towns
Another bird with a bird on the Greyhound
Dat alll Datt Allllll Dat Alll Dat Alllllllllllllll

I need my shorty at the Mta, another at the DMV
My Mommy at the Condo, & my Baby w/ the Ebt
Dat alll Datt Allllll Dat Alll Dat Alllllllllllllll

 

[fox69]

"Daydreaming"
(feat. Tiffany)

"Daydreaming"
(feat. Tiffany)



[Intro]
Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you [x4]

Look at my mind
Floating away

[Cam'Ron]
I know fuckin' with a crook is whack
I lied cheated still took me back
What I do, turn around, ask you to cook me crack
Boost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurts
Cause you even ask me to come through to church
What I do, act second rate
I stole ten dollars out of the collection plate
But I'm ready to change
You got my heart, plus you smart
And the sex is great
And you hate rap
I like that girl
I argue with Keisha, I ain't like that girl
You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl
You beat her ass, you ain't have to bite that girl
And my baby got the best thighs
And my whip she ain't never got to test drive
Copped here up, at five
You paid attention when no one acknowledge me
This is my public apology, Holla B

[Chorus]
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we
We can get the drop top or come through on the bike
We could go where you want we could do what you like tonight
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we (where you wanna go)
Where Italy, what Sicily, tell me girl, Disney world

[Tiffany]
He's the kind of guy that would say he baby lets get away
Lets go some place oh
Where I don't, care
He's the kind of guy that will give it everything and trust your heart
Share all of your love, till death do you part
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say

[Chorus]

You helped me work when we was twelve and a half
You said Cam, what the fuck dog, we twelve and a half
That house cost millions, twelve and a half
But I still got them bricks, twelve in the stash
You can't even get mad
Say what the hell just laugh
Standin' there beautiful like what I'm gon do with you
You wanted me to go to school and just play ball
What I do, go to school with that eight-ball
Here come the drugs, here come the rocks
Yeah I dealt that, I'm a hustla though
I can't help that
You was there when I flipped my first birds
Now we gon see my son take his first words
And um, absurd, I ain't wanna be no singer ma
I just wanted eight carrots on your finger ma
Since were young, you thug me I thugged you
You hug me, I hugged you
You love me, I love you

[Chorus]

I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you [14X]
Look at my mind
Floating away

You got me dreaming, (dreaming of you, yeah) day dreaming

 

[fox69]

"Dead Or Alive"
(feat. Jimmy Jones)

"Dead Or Alive"
(feat. Jimmy Jones)



[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive

[Cam'Ron talking over the chorus]
Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like [Mike Lightly]
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Like it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma leave 'em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter
Bring 'em to me

[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive

[Jim Jones talking over chorus]
Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh

[Verse 2]
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it's back to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM

[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' clips
You better let 'em know
I got girls that'll buy my a quarter
Supply me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+

[Verse 4: Jimmy Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim'll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta'll a fly
I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or alive
Dip Set BOOM

[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive

 

[fox69]

"Death"

"Death"


[Chorus]
[Biggie on "Suicidal Thoughts"]
I swear to God it feel like death is
fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand....

Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again
Hey Cam'Ron need a friend?
Aww man we meet again
Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear,
You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years
(Come on chill man, don't take me)
Don't take you why not? Cause you rhyme now?
Listen here muthafucka lie down
Yo yo chill it ain't my time now
Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze
What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS?
Aww shit come on death I ain't know that,
You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak
Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks
But I was a little cat that ain't know jack
So I know that but lets go black when they put you in the trunk of the gold hatch
Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies
But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga
But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire
So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your necklace
And what about when your ass drove wreckless
Wha what in the Lexus? Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM
Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him
Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head
Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead
This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion
Mom wanted abortion
Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done?
When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs?
When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun
Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911
But to mean I was petty
But now I ain't ready
Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready
Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment
She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment
Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew
Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few
Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit.

[chorus x3]

Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me.
Come on, my man
It's your time, it's your time
Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you
Well why shouldn't I take you
Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove
follow
Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant
Look don't hand me the game
Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain
Look Cam, man, shut up
But, but
What, what
Yo man that fucked up
Yeah, well tough luck
Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog
What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God
Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair
After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year
Ayo what happened to em
You know niggas on the hill sniped em
Ayo why they just ain't fight em?
See funerals I like em you see family and friends
Yeah don't forget the snitches
While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches
And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends
I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins
Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it.
Matter fact death you got to give me one second
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die.....
Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that
Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch
Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch
I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that
Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at
Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer
Ayo I see you next album with my man lung cancer

[chorus til end]

 

[fox69]

"Dinner Time"

"Dinner Time"


I need somebody to talk to me tonight
You remember how well you use to sing it?
I can't sing that song
Young man looked at him and said why you can't sing it?
You know what he told him?
Since you saw me last, something happened to me

Time to get the facts across
Ohh, somebody pissed the pastor off
I'm all for the jokes, bundle up, get your coat
But, I only go for the throat, I'ma chimney, I work the smoke
You done opened up a door, I'm petty, ready for war
I ain't got a sister, only sister I fucked was yours
I know the bars off The Program touched you
How you mad at me, though you let Mr. Royce touch you (facts)
Do what you must do
Me, I'm getting my just due
But, who you talking tough to? Blinky just snuffed you
Puff fucked you, we've seen in those binoculars
Passed you to 50, he was finger popping ya'
Then, he took it back like a fly bitch that was popular
You're 42 still saying "Ain't no stopping ya"
You know my deals, liquor, movies, and flashy kicks
How you talking deals? Your last deal was 96'
Your flight book it, talking about I'm crooked
Man, I don't steal, if I took something I took it
Pastor Mason, no fabrication
We're winnin' see all these people you spinning
I'll take it to the beginning
When Corey Wright japped you, Baby Maine yapped you
Roc over here slapped you, you still gave him dap too
That's when I asked you, murder was the verdict
You said, "Nah chill Cam, I feel like I deserved it"
What type of shit is that?
Nigga, you a queer
My crib in Orlando, I had that for years
The Program gave you the biz
You know exactly what this is
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Max B from my building, nigga who you getting wavy off of?
Fugazi baby, going off that water not Avianne
Listening to Suga J, look, he gon play you wrong
Carmelo took Lala, Meek Mill took his baby mom
And let the church talk, hallelujah

No it ain't a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I'll make you famous
I'll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

Remember when you dissed trap?
You said it was the devils work. Look at this nigga yo
See how the devil work?
Wolves on your ass though, I told them all to pardon ya
Why you talking Harlem? You from Jacksonville, Florida
I used to give you all my clothes, don't forget you was bummy
I fed you when you was hungry, crash test, dummy
But the shit he said next, I swear it ain't funny
Said "Cam, become a deacon, them deacons be getting money"
That's blasphemous, word to Jesus and Lazarus
You got bad karma, stay away, he hazardous
Collection plate money in his pocket, he a klepto-
And to get a dollar dollar you would suck a Creflo
2 albums, 20 years, come on this is dead bro
Only time they mention this nigga when its retro
Money gone, jewelry fake, you could hear an echo
I'm what you could have been, you was too petro
I took your broad, they all know you a fraud
And the only show you got, the lady of soul awards
He might be nominated, I'm your little mama favorite
Any hood I go to, I'm accommodated
What you mean I'm selling liquor now? You a jizzerk
Forgot 10 years ago I gagged out on sizzurp
Oh Boy cologne, I was giving niggas that wizzork
I ain't even spend that Killa Season money, man, you hit dirt

No it ain't a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I'll make you famous
I'll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

 

[fox69]

"Dip-Set Forever"

"Dip-Set Forever"


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

 

[fox69]

"Dipshits"
(feat. Dame Dash, Juelz Santana)

"Dipshits"
(feat. Dame Dash, Juelz Santana)



[Introduction: Juelz Santana and Cam'Ron]
Never thought they'd see this again
Here we go!
Killa Cam in the building
Dipset!
You know what it is
My man A-Trak
I feel something epic, no homo

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying
I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying
I see these fuckboys hating on me
Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button
No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it
Popping a cap in the back of your cap
Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious
Mommy backed up and said she see the difference
"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance"
Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins
Call me 2 Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different
I'm different, you beating
What you doing after this, bitch? I'm leaving
Adios, vamonos
I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close

[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Uh, I know you miss this
It's still Dipset, you dipshits
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split
Uh, still push it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth
Uh, I know you miss this
Still Dipset, you dipshits

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read
Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread
Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread
Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead
Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk
Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk
Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps
Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby
Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity
No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me
I'm back to the future, still making history

[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Uh, I know you miss this
It's still Dipset, you dipshits
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split
Uh, still push it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth
Uh, I know you miss this
Still Dipset, you dipshits

[Outro: Dame Dash]
I feel like rapping on this shit
First off, my name is Dame Dash
And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind
let me just say one thing: I am from Harlem
and I'm back outside. And you know what that means?
That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga
and that's what we do. That means when we walk
in the room, nobody's safe. You 'bout to feel that, pause
Harlem sticks together. So if you feeling like number one
get ready to be number two, cause we back
What's that shit y'all be saying? Fool's Gold!
Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles
Might have to see Champagne Dame!

 

[fox69]

"Do It Again"
(feat. Jim Jones, Beyonce)

"Do It Again"
(feat. Jim Jones, Beyonce)



Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true)
Made a lotta enemies (true)
Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life over again?
(You right about that)
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat
[Verse 1]
Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)
Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life, we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin
Cause we all stubbrin
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals (true)
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all people
A nigga front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs (drugs)
Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood
So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near
Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)
[Chorus]
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
[Verse 2]
Uh,
One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)
Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is
I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)
As the man of the house I had to bring income
[Chorus]
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
[Verse 3]
Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh)
Stand on this mothafuckin block again?
Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo)
See alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for excutives
It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives
Get my messages, hell no
Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid
Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some child support shit
I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall
If I do my life over, I repeat all
[Chorus]
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun, but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
[repeat 2 times]

 

[fox69]

"Do Ya Thing (Remix)"

"Do Ya Thing (Remix)"


[Cam'Ron: Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix)
DIPSET! KILLA CAM! DUKE DA GOD! (remix, remix)
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it
[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [4x] (this is the remix)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
Yes honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice
And yea, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples hey!(Hey!)
Juelz got the whistle AY! (AY!)
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K!
And this is the chronicles of Killa (That's Killa)
And don't smoke cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa
[HOOK]
DO YA THING, DO YA THING, DO IT [8x] (this is the remix)
(DIPSET!, KILLA!)
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa Killa [4x]

 

[fox69]

"Double Up"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Double Up"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Verse 1]
Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo
We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on a roll we go rock for rock
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

[Chorus]
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch
New York baby for you matchbox niggaz
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggaz

[Verse 2]
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P.O. it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucker let's get back on our feet

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
I fucked up let the streets got a hold of me
Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me
I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed
Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap
Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth
Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch
Rope your nigga, leave you with an open liver
I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter
I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days
Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys
Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on poles with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs, a pair Girbaud's
And white powder shit, that'll clear ya nose, faggot

[Chorus]