Cam'ron

[fox69]

"Down And Out"
(feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)

"Down And Out"
(feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)



[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa
Baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
(Killa, Ye, come on)

[Cam'Ron]
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders pre-meditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Ma man and Tana
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
He's back

[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
But our flow's the truest (oh)
The game's in a nuisance (no no)
Our girls is the models (oh)
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
Yeah they say he (down, down)
Yeah they say he (down and out)
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
Money back on my mind (no no)
Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
The world is mine (ooooh)

[Cam'Ron]
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
You got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggaz get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old timbs batted boots
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
Ow

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron]
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
My bitches pure thick
Play razor tag slice ya face your it
It's I who come by drive thru
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at mami eyes blue five two
I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bey
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
Uh Killa

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron talking]
Mine
Killa you already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course
Westside holla at me
Southside wild hundreds
You know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya boy
You know what else I do
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

 

[fox69]

"Facts Of Life"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Facts Of Life"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Juelz Santana]
Lemme see you do this
C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life

[Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Life"]
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life

You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life

[Juelz Santana]
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad
I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin
Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it
I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack
From the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot
Stick you with kids you didn't produce
Sorry lady but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em
See it's a fact niggaz is dogs
Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw
Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north
The hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Cam'ron]
Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish
But my most prized possession - cop badges
That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards
I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics
I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics
I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it
Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric
No hard feelings though sir, got passed it
See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it
Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic
When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic
You should stop carriage and pay homage
How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage
But hell wit the speech you spit
You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life

[Chorus 2x]

[Juelz Santana]
Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey"
Ma, you feel like talkin today?
My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice
If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life
I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad
I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads
I'm just tryna live the facts of my life
But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life
This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight

[Cam'ron]
I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin
Right around the corner from Bill Clinton
Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill chickens
You need sixteen, Cam is down
How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it down
Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town

[Juelz Santana]
You take the coke, you take the bake
You shake and scrape and there you have
The crack and right, the crack and right
You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get
The stacks in life, stacks in life
Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up"
I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up
Cuz I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money
That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact
Cuz when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about
When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about

 

[fox69]

"Family Ties"

"Family Ties"


Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need
To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order
Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right
Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click
Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the
Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya
Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the
Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me

[Chorus - Nicole Wray:]
We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset
Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step
To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"

From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom
Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside
Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there
Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you
Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'
Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two
Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe
That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap
Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell
Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network
Dipset family ties

[Chorus]

They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder
Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra
Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore
Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the
Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them
Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put
Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry
And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Feels Good"
(feat. Usher)

"Feels Good"
(feat. Usher)



[Cam'ron]
Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and let ya'll bug me
Cause I met a dime and the girl is lovely
And though we in love she ain't all luvy-duvy
Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me
Don't worry if my babygirl trust me
I don't do nothing for her to bust me
I would love her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty
and arms were musty
Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me
And ain't nobody hittin that--just me
If I cheat I know that she will bust me, crush me
Cause she know how many girls lust me
Back in the day they wouldn't even touch me
Now they say they don't want nobody but me
To tell the truth
Them girls just disgust me
Cause I already found the one that love me
[Chorus - Usher]
It's all good
Lovin somebody
As long as somebody loves you back
[2x]
[Cam'ron]
Mess with her?
I ain't have to
But player I was glad to
Brownskin dove
But her love won't pass you
Promised her a ring
Along with a shine
Never stressin my rhyme
All she wanted is time
Where she find me at
Cause I'm a grimy cat
Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at
And you know the game a nigga got, I told her yo
I don't always have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot
You don't believe me
Then pick a spot
But remember, I lick alot
Ayyo she likes to trick alot
Cause she got a bigga knot
Loves to see her nigga hot
Worries if I'm jigged or not
And her stuff--hot and divine
And the things she coppes--top of the line
Baby is hot and divine
Always poppin some wine
And then she told me
Cam, I got a rock on my mind
[Chorus 2x]
[Cam'ron]
It feels good when you love em'
And they lovin you back
Go tit for tat
Never scratch your back
Matter of fact she touches and grabs
Not to lust you bad
Just to get you mad
When we alone she screams and moans
She don't front on me
Cause she don't want to be alone
Come on
Everybody needs somebody
Spanish girls screamin out
Ay Papi!
Take her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we lace her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we ski her out
[Usher]
Ski her out
[Cam]
Then we eat her out
[Usher]
Eat her out
[Cam]
Come on, where your man at?
Where's your plans at?
You ain't go away this year
Where your tan at?
Cause me and ma just came from the tropics
Wit her legs cocked
And she beggin me to stop it.
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fleegod"

"Fleegod"


You don't know just what your soul does
When there's no love and you sold drugs
On the first of the month like Bone Thugs
And the damn funds just won't budge
And you live right where the crime was and the nines bust
You tryna shine 'cause the grinds on your mind
Sold nickel and dime without doing time. Don't mind us!
Still get computer's 'putin
Nuisance, don't care 'bout your two cents
You vexed, you'll never get the blueprint
Switch siders, hopping a new fence
Relax before I relapse, these facts
Squeeze that three caps where you eat at
What you call feedback, bro, I don't need that
Believe that, go home with your kneecaps
Blowing on Cheech & Chong, them sweet ass chron'
To each his own, make media leaches leave alone
Fuck sticks and stones, get beat to bones
You reach for phones, I reach for chrome
Then lie when gunshots reach your dome
Think these is poems? You've seen all the money and cars
You'd think that Meech was home
Monogamy, nah, possibly do pornography
Listen to my philosophy, Cam's autobiography
Outside on Lennox Ave with the coke and the crack
And the pen and the pad with the MAC in the back of the 'lac
While I'm racking on racks, you looking at endless swag
From Cassius Clay to bouncin' yay
In the fastest way, put the gas away
'Cause all you gon' hear is, "What's his name died..."
"What's his name died?" he done passed away!
Pull out the arms, body armor on
Dead to a farm by a bag of hay, you a castaway
Sunday through saturday, St. Patrick's Day
Mother's Day, any other day, Labor Day, Father day
Your death date on your death certificate
Is our day, that's what I would say
I beg your pardon, Vanessa Carlton
Yeah, we a thousand miles away
At the ballet, wearing Balleys
That's out of date, that's our debate
What you wanna eat baby, trout? Steak?
Steak, potatoes? How about baked?
Inner city, out of state
I want dessert, that pound of cake
You sounded safe, from down the base
We'll surround your place with a pound of tape
Put around your waist, then bound your face
Legs and arms, you down to race?
[*laughter*]

 

[fox69]

"Freak"

"Freak"


[Guy singing]
I need a freak
I need a freak
Girl I need a freak

[Verse 1]
I'm the one who is the low-key Don
dick stay hard, call me Pokemon
'cause I'm the one they call Cutie pie
I'm the one with the Gucci tie
I'm the one with the brand new Benz, droopy eye
thats the one they said "I knew he'd buy"
I'm the one who be fly
I'm the one that hit it from the back, dookie pie
oh, you ain't gon' sue me right?
whats that there? your coochie (aye!)
I'm the one to play it off
I'm hard already girl, make it soft
Sisqo wants to see your thong, I wanna see you take it off
or I'll pull it to the side, break it off
right to left, up and down, front to back
turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back.

[Chorus - man singing]
I need a freak
I want a freak
thats what I need tonight
at every club I like a freak
I need a freak
I need a nasty girl, girl I need a freak

[Verse 2]
I met this one girl smokin' a blunt
I went to her house, she starts to front
nah, I gotta potty, why you teasin'?
pulled out my dick, why you cheesin'?
then while I hit it, why you wheezin'?
hold up girl, why you sneezin'?
pull out my dick, why you bleedin'?
when I get my clothes, "why you leavin'?"
but Ma had chrome to play wit'
shoes by Joan and David
when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it
"Ooh, I taste it"
"Ooh, my favorite"
that girl had me out my thug
I liked her alot but her mouth I loved
right to left, up and down, front to back
turn around, head down, I wanna hit it from the back.

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Females, go 'head, act surprised
ya'll like sex more than guys
pop the question, they get silly
you got your period? "umm, not really"
whats that mean to be polite?
"It's the last day and it's real light"
yeah right, you leak leaky
call me next week, I'm not that freaky
some girls come for a dance
see that fat ass all in a stance
all I do is a touch or a glance
you won't have Killa Cam bust in his pants.

[Chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Outta Here"

"Fuck Outta Here"


Your bullshit, I ain't in the mood for it, mama
So through the sunroof of the coupe where I holla
I never get used to this guala
I grew up on anything that was 2 for a dollar
Blunted with some hash
Because I stunted on my past, fronted on the cash
Every car I bought in the last ten years had two hunnid on the dash (What else please?)
Your baby mother been labeled a hoe
All my niggas they say she the goat
Call her cocaine, 'cause she was able to blow
I ran through her like The 6, I made her say "woah!"
I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)
No, this is not a surprise
You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries
All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies
[Sample:] "Fuck outta here" [x6]
I had some tough luck with dice but left tucked up the ice then ordered some duck and rice
I ain't nothing nice
Shorty, 21, said I'm the love of her life
Girl, stay away from me, I will fuck up your life
Shit
The mall dame is my ball game
Aw mane, these [?] some balmain
Two G's, the small change, they all lames
Beef by taking the ten, I call names
I'm a piece of work but I'm feeding the streets some work
Need some work?
Come and meet me, homie
We can meet the first
Swallow your pride, you wouldn't be the first
Your girlfriend need a purse, her girlfriend need it worse (Woah)
I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)
No, this is not a surprise
You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries
All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies
[Sample:] "Fuck outta here" [x6]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck You"
(feat. Mase)

"Fuck You"
(feat. Mase)



[Mase:]
B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B.
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer, and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz
All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300 dollars for
the tape
To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha
FUCK YALL BITCHES!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga
Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me, FUCK YALL BITCHES!!!
All y'all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!!

[background chorus starts, goes all throughout song until noted otherwise]

[Background chorus:]
Aaah, oooh.
Fuck you, fuck you!

[Cam'ron:]
This goes out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin' bout
I'm fuckin' too young
And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift
Also yeah, yah...
To the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting out,
right, bitch?!
Well now, I got out, fuck you!!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, B. Yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro
But now I'm fuckin' yo' hoe!!
HaHa!! Fuck you!!
But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' fuck these niggaz', too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small. Ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you!!
Fuck him, B.
Yah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care. Fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time. Fuck them, B.

[Background chorus stops]

[Cam'ron, Mase, Lance "Un" Rivera, and Darryl "Digga" Branch:]
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey!!
FUCK YOU!!!!

[Cam:]
Mayn, fuck you!
[laughter]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck You"

"Fuck You"


[Background]
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
[Repeats throughout the song]

By this time I see yall I say
Fuck yall from the very start of this shit

Fuck what you into
Fuck what you been through
Fuck where you going
Fuck who scared of you
Fuck if you did fed time
Fuck ya clique
Fuck ya glocks
Matter fact Fuck ya block
Fuck who you pulled out on
Fuck you!
Fuck ya bitch
Fuck if you been outta town
Fuck ya fake ass ice grill
Fuck ya life
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to five
Man I don't give a Fuck about you
I don't give a Fuck about your hood
I don't give a Fuck who you know
I don't give a Fuck if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's watchin
Fuck if you bullshittin
Fuck ya shots off?
Fuck where you came up
fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
fuck ya role man
I don't give a fuck
Fuck ya pleas
Fuck ya rules
Fuck you you fake punk ass nigga
and Fuck how you ran shit
I don't give a Fuck if you diesel
I don't give a Fuck who you be
fuck if you want it
Fuck if you grimy
Fuck if you floss
and and Fuck these bitches right here if they not fucking

[GIRL 1:] wait who the Fuck you think you talking to?
[CAM:] BITCH Im talking to you!
[GIRL 1:] whats poppin my nigga
[CAM:] What the fuck you talk --
[GIRL 2:] I know you not talking to us
[CAM:] Im talking to both of yall
[CAM] man Fuck outta here man Fuck yall
[GIRL:] you ain't tlaking to me
[CAM:] Fuck you
[GIRL:] Fuck you

Fuck you Fuck you fuuuuuuucccckkkkk you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

[DRUM FINALE]

Fuck YOU

 

[fox69]

"Funeral"

"Funeral"


I'm at my man funeral (funeral [x2])
Looking at his girl cry (girl cry [x2])
Preacher sayin' he a good man (good man [x2])
Man, that's a fuckin' lie (fuckin' lie [x2])

I'm at my man funeral (funeral [x2])
And I'm wearing all black (all black [x2])
Wanna tell his mother that (mother that [x2])
"Your son was a fuckin' rat"

I wish that I could be like (be like [x2])
That's what I was here to say (here to say [x2])
For two years he wore a wire (a wire [x2])
So we all here today (here today [x2])
Then I seen his paperwork (his paperwork [x2])
It was hotter than Tobasco (Tabasco [x2])
And all I could think about (think about)
Was Don-(Don, Don, Don) Donnie Brasco

I spit it out like tobacco ('bacco [x2])
We gon' have to kill him, yo (kill him, yo [x2])
Cause I'm more like the Sopranos (Sopranos [x2])
(Who you talkin?)
I'm talking Tony, Paulie, Silvio

Looking back it was lots of cream
But circle back, this is how I dream
How your man gonna plot and scheme with the government
They lovin' it
Just shot my team
I'm cooler than Pac though
When he say
"Man, somebody shot Raheem"

I'm at my man funeral (kill 'em [x2])
Looking at his kids face (kill 'em [x2])
But he the one that did it to 'em (kill 'em [x2])
Man, what a fuckin' waste (kill 'em [x2])
Then I see his baby mom (baby mom [x2])
Sayin' that she stay the strongest (strongest [x2])
I'm thinking like sure, yeah right (sure, yeah right [x2])
She be fuckin' talkin' for the longest (the longest [x2])
(Word)

They think I went to school with 'em (didn't [x2])
I thought that I knew the fool (knew the fool [x2])
I really feel bad for 'em (bad for 'em [x2])
But that nigga knew the rule (knew the rule [x2])
Every meetin' that we had done (we had done [x2])
No snitches we stayed (we stayed [x2])
He had me on fire (fire [x2])
Now he gettin' cremated

He gotta leave Earth, yo (Earth, yo [x2])
We ain't doing burial (burial [x2])
Ten shots to the face, man (face, man [x2])
Oooh kill ‘em, TerRio (TerRio [x2])

Be glad we did it this way (this way [x2])
Cause my dog still bark (still bark [x2])
We gave him back to the family (family [x2])
His status would have been milk carton

Yeah, you know that Lost and Found (Lost and Found [x2])
Where they never find shit (find shit [x2])
Ain't nobody see a damn thing (a damn thing [x2])
That Stevie Wonder blind shit (blind shit [x2])

But I'm at my man funeral (funeral [x2])
I'm at my man funeral (funeral [x2])
I'm at my man funeral (funeral [x2])