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(Where The) Fuck You At


Move 'em in, move 'em out
Trapped in shoot it out
Bone a whore
Corner store
Want it raw
On the floor
Tie 'em up, lie 'em down
Fuck yall niggas crying now
Killer Cam
Side town
Fuck yall niggas ridin' round
Creep wit da toast
Keep it close
Never know when you'll see da gross
From my yaht you'll see coast
From my block you'll see toast
Love da way I grab dat cash
Now I laugh
You love the way I smack dat ass
Backflash
You'll sniff foul powder
Over clam chowder
Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
While we listenin' to wild salsa
La la bomba
Come through in the Hummer
La la bomba
Face down ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
After that pucker up
Babygirl we like to suck
Sucker what
Never duck
That's not what my hoods about
Hood without a doubt
So bitch put it in your mouth

[Chorus]
Where da fuck you at
Bust your gat
Where da fuck you at
Do yall niggas sell crack
Where da fuck you at
Got a fat stack
Where da fuck you at
Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? Bitch betta have my money
Where da fuck you at

Aiyo
I spit spit flow flow
Get get doe doe
Switch switch yo yo
Sick sick fo-four
Swing swing click click
Drug game big brick
Swing swing big dick
Pretty thing thick chick
cock cock nice nice
shot shot twice twice
Now I gotta slice slice
Rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold
Bitches wanna Volvo
Woo shit was wo wo
Now we got dat cocoa
Tram tram palm palm
Chicks call it swanton
Of course we all suit
And we all cute
Yo Queet call Kose
Bitch over here frotin'
Yo I want they're jaw loose
We got more troops
Get you hauled off juice
Stop frontin' yo
You ain't sawed off proof
Whips whips cost cost
Six six floss floss
Big big boss boss
Get get lost lost

[Chorus]

Aiyo I need da type of girl
That's in love wit her cash
Get knocked together
Look at each other and laugh
Get a key
She like cut it in half
Get a in beef
She like da fuck is my bag
Take cover and laugh
Real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies
Smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
Bitch caught him in da Rover
Scared 'em aired 'em
Kiete la voka
Goin' to da gun range
Her hobby is rape
Girls lookin' at her jewels
Like they gotta be fake
Plus a brand new jeep
Leather brand new seats
Wit da dishes real deep
Nah, Cam too cheap
Yall can't flow wit dat
Bang it out throw it back
Ain't no here we go wit dat
Grabbin' on here lower back
Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
Uh uh uh
Now take that bitch

[Chorus]
 
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357

357


What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day

Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
'Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ?
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees Stadium uhh
Play people, jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I'm set
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about
I'm through wit' it
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
By alma queta
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls ? 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em
Bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid
Never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though

Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it's not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas B
Guy- Yo, you know what you do
Cam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal
Cam- Aight check it

Aiyyo I'm ?, cook up the crack
Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm a owner and you're a runningback
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey
We shoot pro way
Mess with us no way
Now go 'head go play
 
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11.046
Adrenaline

Adrenaline

(feat. Psycho Drama, Twista)

[Cam'ron]

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?

[Psycho Drama and Twista]

Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?

[Psycho Drama]

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family
I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodliums
That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin'
Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit
You niggas remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all
You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all

[Twista]

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel, to make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like
Capone
Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall, sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all

[Cam'ron]

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
Put it right all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red already got beef with the feds
Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not ??

[Chorus - 2x]

(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk

[Cam'ron]

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

[Twista]

Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, all my niggas make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and bust, murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

[Chorus - 2x]
 
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26.07.2009
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All The Chickens

All The Chickens


[Chickens clucking in background]

All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song]
When I come through
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When I drive through
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I, yo, yo

[Cam'ron]
I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin
They way I floss, y'all chcickens, should be cluckin
One bird chirp, got blunt wit me
She work up at Starbuck, front on me
I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick
Fucked up bad, real, real, thirsty chick
You just chop, called you karate chick
Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch
Like your sister, she was just a crack chick
Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch?
Like Cam is a son of a bitch
That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your tits
But I, got a girl, we all call her "Licka"
Cuz she drink liquor, let another girl lick her
If you licky, licky, we all could play
But I don't eat nothing that can walk away, Killa

[chickens clucking]

When I come through...
When I drive through...
Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine...
All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go...

[Juelz]
Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before
And you know that they different than whores
Same rules, never put your dick in 'em raw
But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw
Cuz she listen, been through it, did it before
But you gotta watch 'em close cuz they blab they mouth
Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth
Then fuck her til she cluck her whole basket out
Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin'
She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin'
Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin'
Hope you got a metro card or a token
They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin
But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens
And they love when I don't stop, keep diggin
Make 'em wanna cluck more, make 'em wanna fuck more

[chickens still clucking]

Uh, uh, Killa, uh, uh, what, uh
When I come through...
Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through...
Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine...
All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens

[Cam'ron]
Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken
Took L advice, slap me a chicken
But my girl don't need no type of brains
Just get down, gimme some type of brains
And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim
But if your head right I might ice your chain

[Juelz]
It's a shame how y'all chicks admire the jewels
Niggas wearin white gold y'all inspired them fools
But I'ma tell you chicks once
Only thing you gon' get from Juelz is dick and some big blunts
And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick
But don't worry baby it's about this thick

[chickens continue]

Uh, when I come through...
Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000...
My chain is $45,000...
My pinky ring is $25,000...
The year of my car, match the year that it is
What you expect a chicken to fuckin do?
Y'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin
Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin
Uh, when I come through...
When I drive through...

[cluck to the end]
 
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Bad Day

Bad Day
(feat. Tom Gist)

[Verse 1: Tom Gist]
I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin'
Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw
No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
Notice on my door, them days lead to premisice
I can't be a straight dude
My girl said "There's something in the oven nigga, and it ain't food"
Sometimes I wanna slap her fuckin' lips off
Went to see my P.O. had to drop this off
I remember life was easy playin' kickball
Now I'm outcasted like Big Boi, playing with the big boys
And my day's straight horrible
Black boy slain, no need to read the article
I can't afford not to be selfish
Lookin' for a job is like lookin' for Elvis
Got my mind gone halfway
Today was a bad day

[Tom Gist:]
My nigga just got locked up again and shit
(Today was a bad day)
Grandma's gotta go back to the hospital
(Today was a bad day)

[Verse 2: Tom Gist]
All I got is my word, a pad and a pen
Hey, them jokes ain't funny today
Hey, old folks say son just pray
Hey, so I can be broke, old, and gray, nay
Barely made it through last night
I spent my last on a oil change and there goes the gas, light
Damn dude the streets is sour
Even papi in a problem now, there's no more powder
Death might be my best bet
I'm wildin', throw some beats on in my headset
Rob called like "Waddup, duke"
"Same shit, yeah, this day was fucked up too"
Startin' to feel hungry, lookin' at my watch
'Bout to test my credit at the Chinese spot
Stay strong is what my dad say
(I hear you talkin' pops)
Today was a bad day

[Tom Gist:]
Fuckin' label told me I'm not what they lookin' for and shit man
(Today was a bad day)
Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man
(Today was a bad day)

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Bacon, pig feet, all haul (chitlins)
Fall, small, feelin' like O-Dog
The F.B.I. got Shiest (Not Bub)
Zeke got knocked right, and I almost got life
And his bail was a hot price, not nice
Y'all shot dice, I got shot twice
And the feds heard my murder raps
Said my name was Killa, they put me on a murder rap
And they know it's absurd to rat
They ask me anyway
Nope, I never heard of that
My wifey going psycho
Sais she need the green, not the gecko from Geico
Mess with' her, not the hottest chance
Told me write her some letters, only we out of stamps
Stood back in my mack stance, lack dance
Fine luxury, give him a lap dance
Left the crib and I'm posting
Squalie pulled me over, scoping
What's the commotion
Two people got killed in Harlem
Word to say today was a bad day

[Cam'ron:]
Today was a bad day
Today was a bad day
Today was a bad day
Today was a bad day
 
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Boy Boy

Boy Boy


Cam: What up boy, boy?
Guy: Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
Cam: What's poppin' boy, boy?
Guy: A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
Cam: 'Sup Smitty?
Guy: This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
Cam: Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
Guy: Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
Cam: Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy

[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos
Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'all die later
Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to lot, another boogie
From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA

Chorus:
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back… from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy

[Verse 2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the player
Got the rock? Pass that player
I'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said "Cam'ron, please stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, relax a player
Cause all these hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are hard
And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
"Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't really know
Then take all her money; you don't feel me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me

[Chorus]
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back… from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
 
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Callete

Callete
(feat. Freekey Zekey & JR Writer)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Rude and Cuban, Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin'
I be up in the Heights right in the mix of the fuedin'
I keep my toolo, cause I'm no foolo
Espano mas o menos but tu quiero culo
She said "Ooh you fresco" I said "Boo but I'm fresh though
Let's go, sexo, tu bece webo
How'd I pursue", said "She not in the mood"
I said "Not to be rude, ma I'm a popular dude"
"Oh the guy from the tube, who be rockin' them cubes"
We can rock in Moraco, there you can rock in the nude
Two seven a night, huh, she said (aye dios mio)
I got 'em there, I can't, well adios dear
Caught a fish in the sea, and I go fishin' god
I caught 50 thousand all on my fishin' rod

[Hook: Cam'ron]
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
Callette Callette Callette Ca-Callette
[Repeat]

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
I know Dominicans with boats that get it off the coast
And pitch it all in boats from the milli or the post
They feelin' me the most cause when I'm pickin' up a key
The supplyer say "Callette" and gimme one for free
But I'm shinin' cause I'm grindin' hijo
Every diamond frio, the Montecito
The bitch'll say (aye dios mio)
Not from Reno, he pulled up in the drop with Tito
Watch me tiko I run outta roads, pop ya kleeco
I chop badeko, that's cooked crack you hood rat
Pushin' where you push at, you ain't even a good pack
That means your cook's wack, besides that doja I'm fly
That's what I tell 'em when I'm strollin' it by
I'm like, "Como tu estas? Donde tu va?
No need to get ya number, yo no voy a damma
Yo ma, I know that you shy, let's go and get high"
Next thing you know he strokin' her side and she's yelling out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Freekey Zeekey]
Callette Callette ma
Que pasa con tu mi mama
I love it when they call me Big Freekey, Freekey
Mucho dinero ma, que celle de hiko mi pi
Papel cause I'm livin' la hotta, uh
A no tu play with them, no
Whole crew, matatan, pop a thong
Cop a charm, *** ***** **** now we get it on
Y mami, me webo, tu culo
Grande dame beco y chulo
Es loco tes va mocho, yes I'm loco
Junto llama baja pogo, yes
It's ya boy baby, whip and them toys baby
Whole clique or shady, pero es amor baby
Freek love to floss, I'm a boss, whippin' off
Hit me off, adios
Baya con dios

[Hook]
 
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Can't Hurt My Style

Can't Hurt My Style


[Hook:]
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's

[Verse 1:]
I got the stainless, the stainless know how to work the fire
I'll leave you brainless then famous, more murder murder guys
My chain, my ring, my chain, my watch, it might hurt ya eyes
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop, baby come work them thighs
I know that coke the iaina, ya know, birds or pies
Bad work, a bloodbath, niggaz deserve to die
Look dude, I'm the Dean, don't mean to hurt ya pride
You the wanksta, I'm gangsta, certified
Get with me, physically I'll take you out your misery
My bracelet is Time Square, necklace a Christmas tree
The piece you see across the entire state children
The night version of the Empire State Building
Let's dead the convo, pronto, go condo for condo
Better yet shot for shot, John Doe for John Doe
Y mano y mano, I'm Don Juan Demarco
With the magic wand, beyond, tell 'em get and begone you

[Hook:]
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's

[Verse 2:]
We pimps and mobsters, with a different posture
Dipped in Prada, pasta on the shrimp and lobster
A side of oysters, plus the scamp we fried
I don't understand it 5, the way he move he can't be live
We still family ties, get ya family tied
Uh, duct-tape, wrong move, ya family dies
Couple hit the kid, couple shots graze the trunk
Middle finger, pay the punk, know who I was raised amongst
The neck tennis yellow, the wrist tennis blue
I'm at the tennis match, L.V. on the tennis shoes
Soon as the tension fuse, we begin to feud
I'm 80 percent of the reason the tenants move
So tell your employer, better yet, tell your lawyer
You wanna see the boy, a 100 million, Dela Hoya
Dude brought your girl to the crib and said "Enjoy her"
I got it cookin' on the stove, you can smell the Goya

[Hook:]
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
 
GKZ

GKZ

Član
Učlanjen(a)
26.07.2009
Poruka
11.046
Cha Ching, Cha Ching

Cha Ching, Cha Ching
(feat. Hell Rell)

Cam'ron:
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie

Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

Verse 1
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya little Jonbenet,
For that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel Gibson
[Yeah, welcome to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocks
After this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach talking
Nigga, we run New York and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move extra weight

Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
 
GKZ

GKZ

Član
Učlanjen(a)
26.07.2009
Poruka
11.046
Child Of The Ghetto

Child Of The Ghetto


Let's do the Eastside one time
Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver
Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem

[Verse 1:]
I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud
I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up
Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down
Whole clip, blow pounds
Silencers steady, that's no sound
Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round
Here we go now, I'm the owner
You're the pitcher, this block is your mound
Buildin' a beast so villians can eat
I reside on the west, chilled on the east
If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip
I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects
Scored 35 then I wait for a profit
Talk, pull the .9, then I spray up an object
Homie, don't confuse me, pardon mine
I'm the Harlem World Karlton Hines
Get it right nigga

[Hook:]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree
Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

[Verse 2:]
I don't really buy jewelry, I take 'em
I don't listen to artists dog, I break 'em
I don't really look at movies, I make 'em
I'm filet megnione, you a steak 'em
Any beef, I'm a open it probably
I got some dudes hopin' ya try me
I got hoes, sell coke in the lobby
I'm rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby
Beefin' with Cam be heat did they hand me
I be in the Lamby, you with' your family
Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit
Your roller bladin', circus, and picnics
The underworld, the circuit I live in
You keep your biscuit, we'll work her with chickens
That's the rules that were laid to me
Why you think they call me KFC
You don't know me homie

[Hook:]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree
Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

[Verse 3:]
'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out
Grant's tomb brought out of Laguardia house
Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse
Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies
They come to heroin, the biggest of Dons
Since Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes
Snitched, triggers and bombs hit the alarm
I would kick in the door, click on ya moms
I fell to the arms, in jail we roasted
The bail was there, bail got posted
Like, in Boston at 1 point boo
The bail it was 1 point 2
Get the money nigga

[Hook:]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree
Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me
 
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