Cam'ron

[fox69]

"10,000 Miles"

"10,000 Miles"


Lookin' up out my Benz
Killa Cam nah nah nah
Killa Cam nah nah nah

I need to say sorry, y'all already knew it
But my pride won't let me do it though
Heard that, it's pride, won't let me do it though
Best girl in the world, I might've blew it
Like the small condom, I'll get through it though
I'll get through it though
Heard that, we can do it though
I cheated, another one in the books for me
She clean, roll weed, and cook for me
Ain't hear from the kids, she would look for me
Now she so mad that she won't even look at me
Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta
Tried to bring you gifts, she said, "You ain't Santa"
I'm just showin' manners, she reachin' for the hammer
She ain't got ears, they replaced with antennas
Hard to believe I messed trust up
No good or bad, just tough luck
I looked her in the eyes like, "I fucked up"
Gripped up, my life had to monetize
Made mistakes, I apologize
Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that
Some dudes relate, I want my baby back
I tell you a million times, I'm sorry
Wild life right here, no safari
I'm dressed up, I 'fess up
I messed up bad...

Later on that night, I bought a kilo
To sell it or sniff it, man I don't know
'Cause I got pulled over by po-po
Oh no-o-o-o-o-o

Day-to-day life dealin' with reality
Lawyer got me off on a technicality
All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory
Nothin' left but increase my salary
Uh, now money is the focus
Hustlin' president, POTUS
Anything else right now is bogus
Real estate opened up, I gave notice
Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus
Blue magic though, hokus pokus
They forgot that my dope's the dopest
Made a mil' in one week, yeah it's poppin'
Retail therapy, out shoppin'
Pulled off the lot, top droppin'
No legs on the car, but it's boppin'
Speakers in the door, so it's knockin'
I got all the keys, so I'm locked in
Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran
And I'm off the rebound, Rodman
Woo! Let's get this money, baby
Let's get this money, baby
Ain't nothin' funny, baby
La-la-la-la-la

Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin', so I'm countin' up bread
But I can't get her up out my head
Oh man... damn
(Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin', so I'm countin' up bread
But I can't get her up out my head
Oh man... damn)

 

[fox69]

"A Pimp's A Pimp"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

"A Pimp's A Pimp"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)



[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]
Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl

[Cam'ron]
Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
rip'em and rock'em
but if I hit'em I pop'em
but if I lick'em I lock'em
and I ain't famous at all
Let my game tell it all
but they a pain in my balls
got to train'em like dogs
from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
Mad depressed
I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion

[Chorus x1]

Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
(Ain't no need to explain)
Why is that?
('Cause I'm from Down South)
Well I got Down South game
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
You ain't know I get cash to pimp
go ask him, my whores are fresh
Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
tell you now backdoor's the best
for the stress
we never raw in flesh
Why I'm sores aguess (?)
I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
condoms when i grab them hips
kiss and mix you wrap them lips
and if she act (smack the bitch)
if she wack (smack the bitch)
sad to see the way it had to be
Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
yo, my rhymes got a concubine
'cause I control they mind
avoid the crew
'void the groove
got more doe, than the fued
got more hoes, than the few
if I die they wouldn't know what to do
whatcha think all they do is cry?
tell you this between you and I
forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide

[Chorus x1]

And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
I leave em past leaking
Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
You whylin out, for the styinout
girls say I'm foul and doubt
but baby got to understand
that's what my style's bout

[Chorus x2]

Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp

 

[fox69]

"American Greed"
(with Vado)

"American Greed"
(with Vado)



[Verse 1 - Cam'ron:]
God bless the kid, left the crib
Extra jig, 20 L's
No movie but I bought out that 2012
"Hey girl" she ignored me, I'm like "Honey, hell"
What up money? I'm Cam, but I know money well
Sniff me, that money smell, cologne juke
Chrome coupe, before towns Killa had his own stoops
Now I'm shaving coke on an amazing boat
Fuck you, suck dick
I don't know what to say to folks..
Sick chain, from the 6 train
Took the 5th lane, where I get brain
Yeah, get brain, shit mane
I blow past em
Can't hear y'all niggas
Closed caption
Been places, spent faces
Y'all big babies, blame Davis
You ain't that one team
So come dream, Bruce Leroy glow
Y'all need sunscreen

[Hook - Vado:]
American greed shit'll turn you
Into the worst type
Lock like Madoff, die like Kirk Wright
You'll get more dirty when
Your collar and shirt white
Carry our dreams, Rose wishes
The thirst life
I'm fire, you burn
Backstreet Boy *NSYNC like Lou Perlman
I'm the 6th member as long as the crew earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my break

[Verse 2 - Vado:]
Sosa wars I'm feeling like Big, Harlem we back son
On stage, boxers and Timbs
Holding my plaque up
Beat knocking, red put that track up
Move 8-balls, play pool? Well nigga rack up
Hit the white with all soda
Terrorizing the streets in the Viper or Cobra
New Louis Vuitton sneaks with spikes all over
Crib on some kid shit, my Nikes all over
Small purchase, next time I'll re-bigger
Fitted low dark shades like I don't see niggas
Getting dough like I don't need niggas
Didn't know that crime pays?
Well look at Flea nigga!
Fortune 500, we read niggas
Wall Street Journals and several
American Greed niggas
Lot of dough to be made, shit
I agree, nigga
Summertime, True Religion jeans
Is capris nigga

[Hook - Vado]

[Verse 3 - Vado:]
Julius Earving whip her: I'm a 6er
Rucker Park mixer, with the rock I fix ya
Ball at Bar Mitzvahs, miss is off the Richter
Ricky Ricardo laugh at ya
Get your chicks up
Chips up, I got a full house
Ferrari, Porsche, I leave chicks
With a full mouth. Ouch
Cage open: who let the bull out?
I'm good out, violence and drugs
I'm what the hood about

[Cam'ron:]
Vado got a vision that's so raw
Say no more. Rewind: he remind me of me in '04
Maybe it's our habitat, maddest clap
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, imagine that
Lenox Ave graduate in fact
And if you seen me in the Louis
With the crew blowing Oowee
Right hand should salute me
Look here, you Sam Bowie
Scram, Scoobie
Tan Gucci, play your part
Scary Movie

[Hook - Vado]

 

[fox69]

"Bottom Of The Pussy"

"Bottom Of The Pussy"


[Chorus]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Nope I aint talking bout her pussy walls
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall

[Verse 1]
Yo I be lying, denying that theres a pimp in me
But I apologize sorry you have my sympathy
When I hit that spot why you aint tell me nothing
I swear to god yo, I thought it was your belly button

Nope, it was the bottom of your pussy hole
Her legs was shaking like she's trying to do the tootsie roll
We make the sweetest merger, should I keep or curve her
The sex agreed its murder, plus she's a squirter

Yeah baby girl drenched the bed
Sprinkler system, right on my expensive spread
But she made it up, gave me extensive head
Intensive, mention her man it don't make sense he's dead

Plus I like her cuz mami made me say mama mia
Plus she PYP, right Condoleezza
I george bushed her what she don't know what ima teach her
Im her teacher she's a libra, leave her nope ima keep her

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now I aint seen her in two weeks, that's the wire
Now she sending threats saying that my ass a liar
When she see me she gon set my ass on fire
Came out the crib, got damn she slashed the tires

Keep it up ma, I'll call your mother
She said I already did, why don't you call my brother
And tell him what "you hit the bottom of my pussy ho"
And you is a bitch nigga, faggot ass, pussy ho

I said your brother don't want to know how his sister is
And with that same mouth you go home and kiss your kids
But lets shift gears its maybe you, its maybe me
Maybe buts whats wrong, then baby said don't baby me

Oh don't baby you, you acting shady boo
That aint the way we do shit, im on my way to you
And you gotta love it, when I got there she start to touch it
And the pussy hole I hit the bottom of it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bubble Music"

"Bubble Music"


(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh

[verse 1]
mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly
i'm on butter pirelli's
wit' purple and yellow, hello
thats butter and jelly
i flip butter on celly's
all right in front of the deli
holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly
(and what else) and i got hella gear
my earring is nice the price
3 townhomes in delaware
uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
hip hop hooray i got to get
that yayo off
thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the
ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash
still stop and i laugh, ma put
them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab
play you for what
you gon' play yourself
ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
don't play with your health.

[chorus]
mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em',
oral...choke em' and choke em'
i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but
the cops say i'm

[verse 2]
i get fresh from
yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon
stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy
got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey
you'll get hurt play me
burp let the dirt chase me
every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know
some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in
the clinic, no student can heal shit
better than college, after that, students home
at least after your bid, ain't no student loans
to pay back, jack, ask
what do you condone
hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome
now they done juiced marone??
knock, knock are you at home
i'm a call he, girls call the crib
and ask are you alone
.....killa

[chorus]

[verse 3]
we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe
we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
watch sanford in son
i'm like the buzz in rolo
afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow
got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro
we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo
now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana
i don't razor wrist's
i keep eighths of piff
the games and the chick
like kobe imma rape the bitch
razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
d on the block just like jadakiss
haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa
dipset, dipset

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"C.F.W.U"
(feat. Hell Rell & Jim Jones)

"C.F.W.U"
(feat. Hell Rell & Jim Jones)



[Verse 1 - Cam’ron:]
Yo, I had a dream Hud 6
Said 'Killa Yo, killa, you put the real in rap'
And your style, man your style, he be stealin’ that'
And those niggas uptown, we gon’ be feelin’ that
But with that deep shit
You gon’ be feelin’ that Fuck the schools
Jumped in and pushed the ceiling back
And if it tires like the orange
I was peelin’ that
Pardon my absence
I was spendin’ too much time
In the Aspens, killin’ ‘em off with asprin
I ain’t talkin’ slopes
When I say skeet up
And this movie money got me with my feet up
Percentage do come in
I should name it the re-up
We up, TBE, no-one can defeat me Shawn
That nigga money made
The weather don’t matter, I fly to a sunny day
I backed out fact, man
Who wanna come and play?
You ain’t got to run away, british
Go put the gun away
I’m gone
I smoke spliffs
On my lawn
I'm slicker than the Fonz
With more kicks than Solange
Cool shit, waistline
Full clip them off Finish with the judges
With tha’ bullshit they on
We started gifts with a train
Dealt with part of the team
[Verse 2 - Jim Jones:]
In 98′ killa went platinum
Then broke jaws for the team
Them big stupid old mansions
Ain’t nuttin’ change but the mansions
I’m still in the cut with a bad bitch
Lettin’ that champagne spill while
I’m dancing The all by just text me
Said the Lord’s always gon’ bless me
I pray you, I got the gun on me
If a nigga eva try to scratch me
I still kill for killas, make one call for my dealer
In a hall of war, in the summertime we still do
Four wheelers Rich Porter
Brick orders one nigga won six quarters
Still fuck on that white girl
But I’m gettin’ money with that bitch daughter
(Hey, molly)
Brenda had a baby
When I had Mercedes I’m a serial killa
Just might stab yo lady
[Verse 3 - Hell Rell:]
Cam certified me on day one
I shot a nigga on day two
Bought a Benz on day three
See why these niggas hatin’ me?
I’m Mr. Ruga
I’m still as the shooter
Baby We both got a Mac, but his a computer
Got yo shit in the stupor
Put yo bitch in Aruba
She came back with a tan
I sent her back to her man
He lookin’ for me in the club
I’m in the back bustin’ champ’ 30 racks in my hand
Clap you and yo man Bitch
Spread the word, go tell ‘em we dippin’
Again Shout out to Plugs
No name, but he settlin’ in Ride around
Drop Rari, colors Cinnamon
Temps Shootah got Glock
Nigga sneeze and the nigga abyss
Every time I pull up I look like a brick-a cooker
Yo BM in my DM talkin’ bout when we gon’ hook up
Somebody slipped her a pill
She on the bad back
Straight shotta
Killa hunt niggas
Like a Mad Max
Yeah!

 

[fox69]

"Chalupa"

"Chalupa"


[Verse 1]
Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it
Plus I got it on, you aint never seen it, never seen it
Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated
Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it cuz look

Im on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha
Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra
Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameter
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera
Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma

Hope you got the stamina, because niggas be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse
I told baby girl damn that's a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst

[Chorus]
We counting money, yo doggie we couting money
Yo shit aint even funny, but look at we counting money
Yo stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
Cuz look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love

[Verse 2]
Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid
Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits
Summer time came through in our may blizzaards
Old ladies looking like damn they did it

Cuz huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots
they know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops
big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have nots

now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot
call my block gravel, (why) its mad rocks
im the owner of the team, fuck the mascot

sucking mad cock, 650 rag top
damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got
yall sasquatch, put it on your laptop
yo not a door, but yessir its pad locked

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
We do the interstate, baby where the state patrol
With 50lbs, and I aint talking bout an eight year old
It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold

And they say ima son of a bitch
Why, cuz I be with your son and your bitch
You don't deserve her, your fair we wont hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, your sons about murder

Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper
Your mom her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her
Now she whining like a baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp her
Yeah we left her nurtured, but well earth her, before we chirp her
You'll be a punching bag, fam well put our beats on her
Or the Klu klux, white sheet on her

or Miami jersey put the heat on her
Or a door mate I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on em, leap on em
yeah park the jeep on em

Americas most wanted, with no warrant!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Chop It Up"
(feat. Mimi)

"Chop It Up"
(feat. Mimi)



[Cam'ron:]
Lived by Ohio State, but never seen the Buckeyes
But I served students, ask the alumni
Kis of heroin, yeah, Killa had 'em dumb high
4-6 AM, I was done before sunrise
Scope in the trunk (for what?)
In case anyone tried
Like Fetti Wop though, I only needed one eye
Baby in love with the aura
Defense on point, but I'm more of a scorer (splash)
Hit the border, tell papi, yo, triple my order (Donde)
Phelps can't fuck with me when it come to the border
Yeah the water boy, Killa Bobby Boucher
New jays, .45 blow off his toupee
New girl, you stay; old girl... salute, babe!
It's a fiasco, they wanna be Lupe!
Peep it, succeeded
I got it, you need it
White, real white, so white, look like I bleached it
[Mimi (Cam'Ron):]
I'm in, I'm in love with him! (and then I don't text her back, man!)
I don't, I don't fuck with him! (next day, I'm at her house, right...)
I'm in, I'm in love again! (and then I disappear on her)
What the fuck is up with him? (I don't care 'cause I know how to chop her up!)
[Cam'Ron:]
Get the work man, I chop it up!
I don't wanna talk or chop it up!
Chop, chop, chop, chop it up!
Let me tell y'all from the start again, never needed marketing
I'ma make another hundred thou' before it's dark again
Feds rush the crib, shit, I'm shaking like Parkinson's
Looking at my co-d, oh no, not again
I'm not selling druuuuuugs agaaaaaaain
(Until I'm what?)
Down on my hard luck agaaaaaaaaain
18 wheeler, just another heist (that all)
Regular though, just another night
Bread on your head, dread, yeah I'll pay the cover price
What I need that for? I'll kill him with a butter knife!
Malcolm X Boulevard, Lennox got the butter off
Y'all like my leathers though, baby, butter-soft
Sponsored the game, where A butterballed (swish)
Y'all all suckers, turkeys, Butterball
My life, what a ball
Had cover-girls under covers, y'all yeah we undercover lovers
Awwwwww....
And what they say man?
[Mimi (Cam'Ron):]
I'm in, I'm in love with him! (and then I don't text her back, man!)
I don't, I don't fuck with him! (next day, I'm at her house, right...)
I'm in, I'm in love again! (and then I disappear on her)
What the fuck is up with him? ('cause I know how to chop her up!)
[Cam'Ron:]
Get the work man, I chop it up!
I don't wanna talk or chop it up!
Chop, chop, chop, chop it up!

 

[fox69]

"Coleslaw"

"Coleslaw"


See y'all don't like it when I'm nice
Y'all only like it when I'm ignorant
So that's exactly what you get
Lucy I'm home! Lucy I'm home!
Ugh, talk to 'em...
Kanye got on stage, what he do? Played Jay-Z out
What he do next? Chech into the crazy house?
Fuck that you made a living talking greazy
Besides that man you Yeezy with the Yeezy's
Be yourself, you ain't gotta go AWOL
And fuck that Ye I been this way since yay tall
If you regret it then dead but if you said it you said it
You meant what you said, can't tell me forgive and forget it
I'm different, I'm from a different type of hunger nigga
Ask OG Juan how I was when I was younger nigga
Shout to Fat Mike, Dave and Rock and they brother Mel
[?] just some east side niggas, I know they wouldn't tell
But peep the details, it's me, weed and females
Two to be exact, I met 'em doing some retail
Chanel bags, both had on the Adidas with the sea shells
Asked what they do, boo said "Real estate and weed sales"
Coleslaw, ain't nobody seeing you
Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
Coleslaw, nah ain't nobody eating you
They misleading you, yeah mistreating you nigga
Coleslaw, ain't nobody seeing you
Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
Coleslaw, nah ain't nobody eating you
They misleading you, yeah mistreating you nigga
It's funny, funny niggas like Bill Murray
Why? funny because they still worry
Warn 'em, tell 'em throw up a hail mary
Who you? I raise my shooter I'm Dell Curry
Damn baby! I couldn't help but stare at your ass
But them [?] been in your head though a year and a half
Let's get it right, go to the mall and tear up some tags
Then to my car, open my pants, [?]
Fake hustlers understand why they mad at me
Why? Twenty year run started off with a half of B
Then I got a key of D from the faculty
Bouffers that was bouffin'
Strong bladders they never had the P
And that ain't half of it, kilo's all in grandma's cabinet
Around the time M.O.P. was yappin' shit
You getting money say word, that ain't accurate
No promo, but no homo, I ain't jacking it nigga
Coleslaw, ain't nobody seeing you
Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
Coleslaw, nah ain't nobody eating you
They misleading you, yeah mistreating you nigga
Coleslaw, ain't nobody seeing you
Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
Coleslaw, nah ain't nobody eating you
They misleading you, yeah mistreating you nigga

 

[fox69]

"Come And Talk To Me"

"Come And Talk To Me"


[Intro:]
Know me I ran down on shorty real quick
But guess what she asked me, yo
Word?

[Verse 1:]
She said Jay made you a millionaire and looked me in the eyes
Said cake, cake, cake got that from the pies
We made each other millions, that was my reply
But had a mill before I met him, baby, that ain't no lie
See he named some Harlem cats and the homie from the Chi
But my thing, he ain't name nobody from the Stuy
And I do it like Bed-Stuy, do or die
But let's talk about something else, you and I
She said cool, played the cool from far
My friends wanna ride if you cool with it, pa
It's all good we played pool at the bar
But I usually don't carpool, there's pools in the car
She impressed by the lemon coupe
Life threw me lemon, I made lemon juice
Huh, from there I made lemonade
I kept the workers, sergeants and lieutenants paid
You messing with a nigga with mob ties
Plug me in girl, download my hard drive
In the bedroom might get hog tied
Dog fucked, aw shucks, welcome to our lives

[Interlude:]
This what I told her though...

[Hook: x2]
Come and talk to me
I really wanna meet you
Can I talk to you?
I really wanna know you

[Verse 2:]
She was intrigued by my repertoire
Heard I had niggas on water like the reservoir
Packs of crack, 9 mill in my dresser drawer
Heard I sold keys but made more off metaphors
Told her, her homework's efficient
Don't forget girl I get a lil ignant
And I Diddy bop like I tore a ligament
My whole persona, understand that you diggin' it
I know my life seems exquisite
Know where I'm from, girl, you wanna take a visit?
We can spin up off my pivot, I don't talk it cause I live it
And the money in my pocket enough to stack up to a midget

[Hook]