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"More Reasons"
(feat. Jaheim)

"More Reasons"
(feat. Jaheim)



[Girl Talking]
Oh this is my [beep]
The reason that we here. (Shut the [beep] up.)
The reason that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.)
You shut the [beep] up, what can you do?
We been riding in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
(I'm gonna tell you a story)
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro
Timbaland, moccasins, dimes in them pennyloafers
A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside
Blood played for stone gem
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?
That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game
And not namin' names
But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans
Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous
Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger
Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
[Chorus: Jaheim]
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Killa!
That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious
You have various leases
All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, Cherry and Peaches
They had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer
Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!
Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo
My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!
But they some slimmy sue
Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots
Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you
You drinkin' Henney too
Coupe Calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump
Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they running I guess they could relate to them
[Chorus: Jaheim]
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
 
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"Movin' Raw"
(feat. Vado)

"Movin' Raw"
(feat. Vado)



I feel like, the streets is hungrier than ever!
I feel like this is necessary! (Uh) Vado you with me?

[Vado]
I keep my ear to the streets so I can hear what niggas thinkin' 'bout me
You ain't gotta ask niggas what they think about me
Leave your party before the toast, like ya'll could drink without me
Keep a set of twins baddest Tamara Tia Maudie
Berkin' badge, lookin' like her purse pregnant
Hottest track in seeing my worst record, no work ethic
No hooks, we just making sure every verse reckless
Whats presented without a way, you hearing first segment
Shoot up's with niggas from up the block from me
Pick the drop off, damn near stole a whole block from me
Convertible ass niggas, then gave the drop on me
Feelin' myself in this presidential like Barack on E
Diamond bezel, red face, never under sleeps
Gunner squeeze, no chain, neck a hundred beads
Send my dogs at you, had you cast, running trees
Coke or weed, you could eat here, just no pumpin' D

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
24 we be movin' rawwwww
Lennox, 7th, 8th of the Broad
Wayward way, we move it all

[Cam'ron]
Chloe, Louie, Fendi for Cindy
Don't be salty brother (why you mad?)
Lori different story, Maury, multi-colors
Move sour D, hourly, 100 gram is our fee
Push flower, but stay powder free
24 hours, Jack Bauer, lack pop black top
Black power, spray 'em up, fast shower
And might I tell, my clientele is buying well
Wanna say gracias to Raphael, might as well
Cause y'all copy cats, 10-4 copy that
Wanna pull me in? Well you got me back, cocked the Mack
Popped his hat, quarter mill I lost it but I got it back
Flipped it quick, tripled it
How hot is that, how hot is that?
It's like I'm scoring, you give me I'll make a lot of points
These ain't Adidas, these the D&G soccer joints
They got four stripes, me, I got 5 baby
G14, 1 Ounce, 580

[2x]
Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
24 we be movin' rawwwww
Lennox, 7th, 8th of the Broad
Wayward, way we move it all

[Vado]
Yo, find 'em leanin' at the bar, 50 shots of liqueur
Guess who the hotter nigga (Vado!)
You aggy, should be happy I got a lot of niggas
Mescata niggas, that's why I designed Prada niggas
Bout it niggas, just squeeze, don't think about it niggas
Kavali zippers, guap flippers, work the route
Show you how to drop pounds off without workin' out
I'm who you heard about, just off of word of mouth
Thanksgiving, find 'em in the fox, handing turkeys out

[Cam'ron]
Man, I see why they hatin', or try my patience
Cause my earrings are lookin' like some diamond datin's
Truck sirens and the lights send the wire out
Hoes in the crib bitch, welcome to the fire house!
What you'a crying about? My entire route.. (what else?)
Well my entire 'bout to be there and requires clout
Fuck it, try 'em out, come up short, lie 'em out
Hitman, fly 'em out, this is what fly's about.

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
24 we be movin' rawwwww
Lennox, 7th, 8th of the Broad
Wayward, way we move it all
Winter (Yep), Summer (Word), Spring (I know), Fall (Damn)
24 we be movin' rawwwww
Lennox (yes), 7th (huh?!), 8th of the Broad (Harlem!)
Wayward, way we move it all
 
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"Murder Game"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Murder Game"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Intro: Meek Mill]
If you ain't about that murder game, then...
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
Pussy nigga, turn up
Pussy nigga, turn up

[Verse 1:]
Shit...
You ain't about that murder game
NFL, yeah, yeah, we run the murder game
I'm from 40th, them cops is doggin' us
I chilled on 39th 'cause them niggas ain't talk too much
They rob 'em, let the burner do it
I swear I miss the murder unit
Lynch Mob, Saint Day, Scream Team, 40 Walls, bang bang
I'll remove your melon – (shit, Killa, who you tellin'?)
And the girls don't fuck with you, they be like "who he tellin'?"
In furs you'll find me – birds and hymens
I don't know La La Crew, but I got the murder mind
Sophie and Katrina, baby
Keep the nines a ninas, in Newark, subpoenas, baby
Count that – (blah, blah, blah, how 'bout that?)
(He a cigarette nigga, let me out that) –
Left 'em stinkin' like a loud pack

[Hook: x2]
So what you talkin' 'bout?
(You ain't about that murder game)
Back up, we in the burbs with 'caine
Swervin' lanes, curvin' lames
Bang, bang, bang you heard the thing
(Pussy nigga, shut up)
(Pussy nigga, shut up)
Ah...

[Verse 2:]
You know I got that heroin – I take it down to Maryland
You know them vets need they medicine
Fiends knock - hurry up and let 'em in
Papi came to see me, yeah, I'm feelin' lucky now
Got that dog food, I ain't talkin' puppy chow
No gravy train - no Purina
No Kibbles & Bits, so money train that real ether
That beige and tan, made me a praying mantis
Made three mil' alone, Ohio State campus
They stuck on basic, it's bucks I'm chasin'
Harlem World forever but I rep that Buka Nation
I could talk about it – statute imitations up
They can't indict me know, know them charges never stuck
You relate? We buildin' – we'll take your building
We on the lobby, one month, we'll make a million

[Hook]

[Outro: Meek Mill]
You ain't about that murder game
Pussy nigga, shut up
 
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"My Hood"

"My Hood"


[Cam'ron (intro)]
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...

[Verse 1]
Where i'm from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya

[Chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

yo yo yo

[Verse 2]
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin
Look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em
Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no
Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say
"Ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this

[Chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

yo yo yo...

[Verse 3]
Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i don't run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop
One of the have-nots to brick money
Then i came thru in the six yummy
Ya whole click sick tummy
But be carefull, out in this game
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed

[Chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
[repeat x2]

[Outro]
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood
Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside
My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough
Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali
Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!
 
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"My Job"

"My Job"


[Verse 1]
Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope sit in the casket
Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower
Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour
All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)
Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?)
I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em?
You know our ethnicity
Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic
Brand new clothes? Now you'd rather see me naked
Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck)
Why am I working here? It ain't working here
It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere
Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here
Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman

[Chorus]
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring
Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?"
You know I'm admiring nice job, family man
Car and looking in these want advertisements
Should've been a fireman, learn to do wiring
Then get retirement, I blame my environment (it's my hood)
I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
"Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me
You working on my future, why you need to know my history?
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit please"
He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me
Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you 'bout them felonies)
No second chance, back to the same block
Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
This a game ma? Okay the games over (okay)
Then she opened the door with the chain on (what's up)
Said she been reaching out, for several days
I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word?)
I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house
She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O."

[Chorus]
 
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"My Life"
(feat. Sen City)

"My Life"
(feat. Sen City)



[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Uh! Nah, I ain't gon' have a nigga keep fuckin my money
I don't give a fuck if he fourteen-years-old or not
Nah-nah-nah, you can't let that shit slide
Ay, aiyyo Donnie, C'MERE!

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, I went to the block manicured, seen my worker, approached him
Told 'em, "Look, I'm not a big fan of yours; you fuckin up money"
He said, "You s'posed to me the man and all!"
I told the nigga, "Damn the torch! Fuck about a damn award
It's all about the principle; look, I ain't tryna be your principal
but I ain't dumb and you, ain't invincible"
Niggaz talk subliminal, then grab they genitals
I don't play that shit, a different individual
You got me thinkin criminal (word!), he said "I'm only a soldier"
Well good, pay a general
Over a small thing, but let small thing slide
...You be a poor thing, then I heard

[Chorus: Sen City]
My life, my life, my life, my life, duckin one-time
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (la-da-la-da-laaaaah)

[Cam'Ron]
See I'm envied by most of you so I don't get close to you
Still be on Lennox, fuck am I supposed to do?!
When Tito fire escape - Grey Goose, Mimosa too
Next morning take a flight straight to my ocean view
(I swear) By the sea and beach, from my room
you can see the beach, Gucci linen, see the sheets, green and peach
Chandeliers out your reach, smokin that Chong and Cheech
Two girls in thongs, Dawn and Keish', off the leash
(Shh...) I'm tryin my best to be discrete
(Shh...) I'm tryin my best to leave the streets (I am!)
But I got some hungry niggaz and they need to eat
Oh shit! You see the chief?! (There he go!)

[Chorus: Sen City]
My life, my life, my life, my life, duckin one-time (If you whippin out that white)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (You would think I'm a professional)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (Take my time, whip that white)
My life, my life, my life, my life, duckin one-time (If you whippin out that white)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (You would think I'm a professional)
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be
If you whippin the white, you'd be what I be (Take my time, whip that white)
My life, my life, my life, my life, duckin one-time
 
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"Never Ever"

"Never Ever"


[Verse 1:]
Yo I, Drive on the Parkway, Park in the drive way
I had a hard day, I'm on my parkay
I said I thought a brother nothing like Park Aye
No I'm not rico, but I'm definitely suave
Aye, so parlay, I'll let the pigeons know
I fuck em top speed, not need pigeon toed
I leave em bow legged, tell her relax dear
Louie buggin, louie luggage, I'm leaving don't ask where
I had the 2011 things last year
Side colleges, gynecologist, here's a pap smear
Is that clear, I'm feeling bad as ever
Honey LV purse, eww Patten leather
I'll have her like hmmm..., she make me say mahhhh...
I'll have her like ooohhhh...Then I make her say ahhh...
Never mind the phony, you looking kinda lonely
I want to be ginuwine, can I grind that pony
[Chorus]
Ya'll never ever ever ever could live my life
(life girl, live my life, life)
Ya'll never ever ever ever could live my life
(life girl, live my life, life)
[Verse 2:]
Yo I, play with a rough stay, I sold enough ye'
I'll never stop eating man, this game is like a buffet
I must say, I get the dust moved
Cock blocks, chopped rocs, yeah call it crush groves
You wouldn't do diddly digga, my delivery
is better than a mail man, you never seen misery
seriously, on the other hand visibly
you might know my neighbor walt, walt who disseney
yeah disseney, coke cakes, pot pies
no chicken in it cuco pollo be on fa-fire
old ladies gyza, they get up early doggie
you see what happen to daddies boy
yeah you was trying to cake it, you got your mom's evicted
now everybody looking at you, know that's a got damn shame
They made at you, cuz you went and took the drama route
Llama out, and you had the work up in your mama's house
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo I, I hit the dealer, then the dealer hit the stoope
Then I hit the dealer, leave the dealer with a coupe
Pick up mami, she said "you wanna hear the truth"
This car is hot cam, but where's the roof
I said ma, theres no top, I do this
She said "oh you like easy-e, roofless"
I said true this, four rings, who this
Smooth rick, tooth chip, a nigga need a few bricks
Drop Shawty off, so I can show em some
He cop four, so you know I had to throw her one
Cuz my teammate green off the payroll
We turned yayo, to fettuccini alfredo
[Chorus]
 
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"O.T. (Skit)"

"O.T. (Skit)"


[Cam'ron:] Hey Yo Shorty Wuts Going On Wuts Popin'
[Girl:] oh shit wuts up killa wuts going on
[Cam'ron:] Hey Yo I'm trying to go out of town U tryin' to go wit me
[Girl:] how long U goin' 4
[Cam'ron:] look man that shit dont mader wut U gonna do comin' or not
[Girl:] well I got my kids killa wuts up wut about my kids
[Cam'ron:] Man fuck ur kids man U comin' or not
[Girl:] Yea I'm comin'
[Cam'ron:] K get in bitch
[Girl:] Yeah they grandma can watch them
 
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"Oh Boy"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Oh Boy"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....
 
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"Oh Yeah"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Oh Yeah"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Intro - Cam'ron:]
Uh
Everybody talking bout "Flea What you going to do?"
I'm a do what I want when I want
Okay, welcome back

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron:]
Yo, he want to play with me, man
I play with triggers
Took the oven off my waist
Started bakin' niggas
Doctor brought her back to life
I'm like, y'all breathin' niggas
Went in the ER, told 'em stop savin' niggas
Hood investor, silver Tesla
Check my dresser, I'm the best dresser
Who dress better?
Salad nigga, you dress lettuce
What's his address?
I'll address him like you address letters
Kanye daughter, pink fur and white tee
Sorry, Mike, the kids want to be "Like Flea"
Like me, make a movie, no Spike Lee
Tell girls politely
"Come to the crib, it's icy"

[Hook - Cam'ron:]
And they be like (oh yeah)
And I be like (oh yeah)
I hit your girl with the fall away
Tell her look, we gon' have a ball today
All the way, all she say yeeeeeah
And I be like (oh yeah)
And she be like (oh yeah)
We turning up (oh yeah)

[Verse 2 - Cam'ron:]
Cut your wrist, I cut the deck
I tell corporate
Cut the shit, cut the check
We used to beatbox at weed spots
Me, I turned Reeboks to Flee-boks
Kicks are like heroin or green tops
Either way I had the line wrapped three blocks
Only thing you shooting man is cheap shots
I tell models, "Please squat, eat cock" (slurp)
And they be like (oh yeah)
Play with me you need not
Shit, I got more flavor than a peacock
Don't listen in, or get eavesdropped
Seen his crew, middle finger I greet them all
You, you, and you, I'm talking to all three of y'all
Tell strippers, look I believe in y'all
Call me mañana, let's see the mall
I'm treating y'all

[Hook - Cam'ron:]
And they be like (oh yeah)
And she be like (oh yeah)
Soon as they see me
I do it like I'm doing it for TV
Believe me, it's easy, they like (oh yeah)
Girls like (oh yeah)
They looking like (oh yeah)
I go anywhere and burn it down
I told honey, look I get money, turn around
She was like (oh yeah)
She was like (oh yeah)
And I was like (oh yeah)

[Verse 3 - Juelz Santana:]
So rugged, but the hoes love it
Cold-blooded niggas don't want it
My jewels, gold clustered and stone studded
Bitch in the shower, bone crushing and soap sudded
Everybody dead, Dipset's most wanted
And I still got a boatload of coke coming
Selling that Nino Brown, getting that G money
Nickel rock, ki money, half oz money
Let me chill, cause niggas got that speak money
Talk to police money, get out of jail free money
You got that [?], I got that "capiche" money
Got that "where the fuck is my title?"
You got that lease money

[Hook - Cam'ron:]
And they be like (oh yeah)
And she be like (oh yeah)
Soon as they see me
I do it like I'm doing it for TV
Believe me, it's easy, they like (oh yeah)
Girls like (oh yeah)
They looking like (oh yeah)
I go anywhere and burn it down
I told honey, look I get money, turn around
She was like (oh yeah)
She was like (oh yeah)
And I was like (oh yeah)
 
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