Cam'ron

[fox69]

"Golden Friends"

"Golden Friends"


[Hook:]
Thank you for being a friend
Travelled down the road and back again
Your heart is true, you're a pal and confident

[Verse 1:]
Killa season has returned ya'll
Wanna wanna, wanna say thank you
To that cocaina
That coke I got off the boat
That I made float then copped that Beamer
Over her I clock the Nina
No denyin, no swerve the time and yea I love er
Got my mother out the gutter, word to mammy
Mammy, where your real friends at?
Poverty put a end to that
You ain't got it, they don't come around
Only come around for your income tax but
Shout your homeboy or your homegirl
They know you're game
They let you hold they car
Playin kids, put yo phone in they name
True, they along for the ride with ya
Even when you're dead wrong
Right by your side with ya
In the club bump, ya'll go for the right pictures
Somebody act, they down to fight with ya
I held his kicks, he let me hug his chicks
Oh pardon me, oh I'm just talkin bout huddy 6
So if you with yo girlfriend, wink of your eye
And if you with your homeboy, put a drink in the sky

[Bridge:]
High fall, high fall
High fall, high fall
High fall, high fall
Now tell them niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Thanks to british, he's some other guy, word
We make mothers cry
I had to sing their son a lullaby, woa
Alibies, alibies, we kept more than one
Wet T-shirt, no water gun
He a business man, now all are young
Grandma raised me, Manic South took it over though
Thanks to Ziki, he kept my pockets on overflow
Gave me my first deal, bands gave me my first wheel
But thanks to Hector Garcia Sr. – gave me my first meal (gracias papi)
Wanna thank God, my Lord the savior lookin over me
Thanks to Tania, for years I tore up her ovaries (wuddup girl?)
Thanks east, west, north, south, overseas, Peru
No thanks to these racks that think you on G's
But you with your girlfriend, start swingin yo hair
If you were the real friend put a ring in the air

[Bridge:]
High fall, high fall
High fall, high fall
High fall, high fall
Now tell them niggas

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Got It For Cheap"
(feat. Skitzo)

"Got It For Cheap"
(feat. Skitzo)



[VERSE 1]
We hit too many left turns to make it right
My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite
But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're a.m. like
Here's an order Black be the quarterback take a hike
Hut one, hut two, hut three
Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest
Randy moss
How much the candy cost?
Then im explainin to folks
Its terrific but be specific
The ? the coke
I refrain from the hoax
Lame, This game is a joke
But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove
I move the work from New York to New England
New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New Zealand
Hop out like who dealin'? who slingin?
(Rick?) lookin' like who wheelin? Who blingin?
Then I handle weed and tell em
??
they got the work
if it don't work
your money back, guaranteed.
But I guarantee money with your money you'll be ??
Fuck it up? A disaster B casualties actually
But I move casually
Not a judge but call me your honorable
Go head and vomit fool, bar none bombable
We beef like a farmer do
My jewelry is a carnival
Heard my goddamn chain, its like a ferris wheel
You fuckin with sosa, you won't find a better deal

[CHORUS]
Willy wack, who you wit
Get your gat, hit a lick
Flip a pack, flip a brick, man
Louie hat, louie kicks
Till we strap in the mix
Mooey move back doors
And we got it for cheap!
Yeah we got it for cheap!
Yeah we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap!
Man we got it for cheap
We got it for cheap!
We got it for cheap!

[VERSE 2]
I sold guns and the rock
Filled the ? to the top
40th nigga
Smoke a blunt with Barack
Put your heart in your stomach
Your lungs in your socks
Your girl in my bed
Your son on my block
Yeah, they stole my style
But this the judgement
Welcome to the wild life
"Damn you got a foul wife"
I picked her up from karaoke and pilate class
She like to deepthroat, me I call it lolligag
Y'all niggas call me fags
Not a body cast, a body bag
Fuckers I'll leave his whole body tagged
Primo give me bricks
I get poppy cash
?? licks
he'll let the shotty blast
At nine years old yall was watchin ? troops
Me the only fifth grader with the ?? suit
Twenty years later, bitch is ?? gucc shoes
For a months rent, a fly purse, and some new boots
You out the loop lou
Me I'm in the crew coupe
Truck ?? same color as dove soap
Niggas needin' favors
Believe im major
Straight out the hood
But you should see my neighbors
You say a hundred dollars
He say a piece of paper
Yeah we all own our cars
You still leain' hater?

[CHORUS Repeats 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Hallalujah"
(feat. Asia)

"Hallalujah"
(feat. Asia)



[Cam'ron:]
Hallalujah, baby
Hallalujah, baby

[Cam'ron (Asia):]
Yeah, look
Let me tell you rappers something (Tell 'em Flea)
Look man I don't need you (Never did)
I never was a rapper, mayne
I'm a get money nigga, I do this for leisure (Fun)
But look at all these artist baby (Take a look)
I swear that you beautiful creatures
All inside they feelings (How come?)
When I don't wanna do a feature (What you do?)
I look inside my phone and laugh (Why you laugh?)
Why? 'Cause indeed its funny
Want 12 bars? Let me fuck your baby mother
Word to mother, (Word to mother) Why?
Nigga, I don't need your money
This game here easy-peasy (Easy-peasy)
Easy as riding a bike
Flyest nigga whenever I'm around, mayne ('Sho is)
I'm start wearing a kite
Shit, I might wear one tonight
Matched with a fresh pair of Nikes
Whenever I'm talkin' or walkin'
You can declare it a flight, flight (Back off)
Left with that bird talk
Step back, kiss myself
Let the church talk

[Cam'ron:]
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby, let the church talk
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby, let the church talk
Hallalujah baby

[Cam'ron (Asia):]
Let me take a second, mayne (Take your time)
Yes, to speak to the church (Talk homie)
When it came to life, boy
Harlem niggas, we weren't receiving the perks (Sure wasn't)
They believed we were the worst (We the worst?)
Yeah, they would see us as jerks
'Til I got this thing called Dipset
They laughed at me and said, "Boy, let see if it works"
I-I-I-I'm in the streets with the work
I used to think we were cursed
I can get deep with this verse
Had a pistol that burst, shots would leave and disperse
Cracked a dude, smacked his girl and told her I'm keeping your purse (Fuck outta here)
Got to thank the Lord tho (Thank God)
I'm in God's classroom
'Cuz a nigga got 8 cars now, (What else?) 4 cribs and 17 bathrooms
Yeah, I try to get it baby, (Everyday) it's just a routine, nigga
Never ever, ever hit the lottery
All I had was a dollar and a dream, nigga
Let the church talk

[Cam'ron:]
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby, let the church talk
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby
Hallalujah baby, let the church talk
Hallalujah baby

 

[fox69]

"Harlem Streets"

"Harlem Streets"


Killa (Killa)
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
(Let) me break it down man

[Verse 1]
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long lista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

[Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world

[Verse 2]
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time:
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, Lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"He Tried To Play Me"
(feat. Hell Rell)

"He Tried To Play Me"
(feat. Hell Rell)



[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE
WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE
SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS
I WAS THE WIIILDEST...
THAT WAS CHILDISH...
NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS
SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL
RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL
SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS
HE WAS A HUSTLER
SHE'S A CUSTOMER
NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID
TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK
I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND
NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH
HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY
WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND
ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON
THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG
THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET
BUT IM A STREET TARGET
CALL ME A MEAT MARKET
I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF
THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN
ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN?
NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES
THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW
FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED
WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE??
[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread)
Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed)
I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo
Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?)
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)
Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo)
Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?)
I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot)
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock
Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)
"Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear
y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheelchairs
Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears
Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears
[Cam'Ron: Bridge]
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN
THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME
AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM
[Hell Rell: Hook]
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY
BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS

 

[fox69]

"Hello"
(feat. Don Q)

"Hello"
(feat. Don Q)



[Cam'ron:]
Had to do this far my man Murph

[Don Q:]
Don

[Cam'ron:]
Killa!
HELLO!
Rip Murph!

[Don Q:]
Talking to lead
I'm one of the last few
Had to get my respect it was past due
Through with my past
I just reminisce when I pass through
Moving them bags
Tryin' to get em flipped in my stash
Crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew
Ask who was there when nobody actually cared
Real shit had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your door with the.40 knockin'
I got niggas quarter coppin'
Coke in the water lockin'
All they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option
I'm hearin' the sneak dissin'
I'm tryin' to ignore the gossip
Third take better be an earthquake before I drop it
I hear the hoes ponderin'
I got a cult followin'
Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin'
I probably not the most known but I'm the most confident
The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
I'm in need of a blessin
I'm blowing weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin' in 7s
When you look in the mirror
And nigga see your reflection
Is you really or not
That's the easiest question
I'm around OG's
That was sellin' ki's out the Westin
Never leave ya protection
And never speak off confessions
Y'all niggas getting lost on me
Only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face
And see the aggression
DON

[Cam'ron:]
HELLO
Aw man
Harlem world
HELLO
High Bridge
HELLO
Bronx, Queens
HELLO
Brooklyn
HELLO
Staten Island
HELLO
Aw man
My bad ladies
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You fuck with snitches?
HELL No
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

He know killers
Ya'll know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
RIP to Mike but I'm the real Thrilla
I'm done with that though
I ain't beefin with the family man
Shit I'm still in the PJ's like candy man
With dude sellin whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like candy land
Candy painted ain't nothing about me tainted
Drove every car you name it
Look homie come get acquainted
Can't change it or rearrange it
Disclaimer because I'm heinous
The 9 will make you famous
Blow! That's for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles
The targets they testin nozzles
The bullets they on point
Them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles
We leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonalds with porn stars and models
Look nigga you can't erase me, debate me, rape me I'm spacey
These bitches they want my baby
Nah baby, but you can taste me
The guns got no safety
In DC for when they grazed me
And I ain't been postin' lately
Ya'll would really hate me
Yeah homie, it's a blessin
I'm here to answer the questions
I'm the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin
Yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas Imma start sellin lolli pops

HELLO
Aw man
She sniffed a line
HELLO
Damn that ass fat
HELLO
Down south
HELLO
Midwest
HELLO
West coast
HELLO
Aw man
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You actin funny?
Hell no
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

 

[fox69]

"Hey Lady"

"Hey Lady"


[Verse 1]
I know you heard me in british rob
But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed
Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob
Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling
But I run the circus like ring-a-ling
I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling
(jing-a-ling)
That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping
Pow, pow, .45 load thing
Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming
Ching chong like a higher Chow Main
I'm bilingual ma, I don't need a nickel, naw
Oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh
Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

[Verse 2]
I know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work
Put my tool to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse
You get low on dough, the few the first
I don't need you high like I'm high
But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly
Fresh, Lui Vuitton ankle
Pastel, Lui Vuitton rainbow
Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango's
Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals
Moved on an angle, like a baler malodor
The two gon' tango
Shake your body mami, move your body hottie
Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a mazarattie
They all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly
I don't talk like the swolly mami

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

[Verse 3]
Lady, dry your panties
Damn, she wanna right her family
Tell em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy
And I got all type of candy
Whats that? Victoria Secret
Here's Lapearla, come peep it
This lingerie that you could honor A
Wonder woman, ouuiii, go on play
Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring
Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling
Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling
Goddamn mam', not a damn thing

[Chorus]
I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly
The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up
And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll up

 

[fox69]

"Hey Ma"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Hey Ma"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Cam'Ron and Women]
Hey ma, what's up, lets slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight

[Juelz Santana]
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said use a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing Sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tomorrow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Now That I got a girl, my Ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails, uh
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,
To the Jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinning
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see boo be grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range maim
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
[Cam And Juelz Together]
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word
And we got it on tonight

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hey Muma"
(with Vado)

"Hey Muma"
(with Vado)



[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
Killa
Yo, girl.. get a notepad (for what?)
You ain’t got no swag!
And you so fine, it’s so sad
Still riding coach, need a Coach bag
Let me coach you, no Coach tags (what that mean?)
Get rid of that Coach bag!
And listen, I ain’t trying to throw jabs
(Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?!
Only one that deal with Cam’ is a queen
Louis handbags, Alexander McQueen
Yeah, stand up I’m mean
For how I handle my team, clean
Harlem niggas don’t wear sandals with jeans
Car skills good, I can handle the Beem
Nickle, dime, twenties, I can handle the fiends
So…hey Muma, que pasa?
I’m water, baby.. agua

[Hook]
Hey yo, muma!
I’m saying
Can I come over? Cause
I’m not playing
Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting
And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!

[Verse 2 - Vado]
Hold up, [spit sound] let the Slime spit
Need these first three rows, let my suave sit
Icy, make it hard to see the time tick
Me and my dine chicks, with glasses of wine, lit
Yeh, your money can’t provide this
“Hi miss” the answer’s “yes, your Highness”
“Try this! Only I can supply this”
Reply this, you’ll always see me in fly ish
If I don’t know you, I hope not to
Trying to play a tough role? I’m like “not you”
Earl Boykins I’m D Rose I got you
Under the sun is where we pose, We hot, duke
It’s what I did to the booth
How I spend in the coupe
While you and members salute
I’mma keep it trill, I’m that nigga living proof
Telling me to chill is like stomping Cam with a shoe

[Hook]
Hey yo, muma!
I’m saying
Can I come over? Cause
I’m not playing
Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting
And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!

[Verse 3 - Cam'ron]
In the hood where I creep trying to hook me a freak
Want to see what girl around here could put me to sleep
Could mean a hotel, could mean a suite
Could mean tuition, could mean a Jeep!
“God damn” is what the hoochies say
When we jump out of Lambo’s
Car, neck, hand froze
Damn, yo! Cameras, stand, pose
Therefore, watch her ‘fore Cam rose

[Vado]
She got down, I’m tryna get the top
Me, Lee, ? and chop
How to hit the block, ee wee piffing rock
before the DT’s get the watch
The neighbours watch, all day switching spots
I’m in the hood like (muma)
What’s really, whats good (Frank Mula)
Gun 50, black hood (same shooter)
Blowing sticky black wood (straight ruler)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Homicide"

"Homicide"


[Verse 1]
29-5 live the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy the courts are living
Of course im living, bought some linen,
Take a courts on winning, forts of women,
Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven

Change the range to Thursdays put that away
Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays
Sundays Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away

By the way, [whats up dawg] whos hardest
Probation over yeah, ima catch some new charges
Crime the frickasy recipe, mess with me
40th my pedigree, Big L regale

RIP to hand me legs, some name stamp he said
Saying my dear you tomorrow your families dead
You a fag, fairy, no homo that's scary
Don't mean a email or phone when I say blackberry

[Chorus]
it's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
it's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
it's a homicide some here unlucky died
yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky fried

[Verse 2]
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits
Play no way to stop it, my engine 80 rockets

No Yao Ming, No T-Mac
Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks
Want to place a bet please match, or breeze back
Offensive coordinator hater, I read traps

These niggas need naps, they bitches got weave naps
Believe that fuck with my a seeds and you'll get seized, snatched
Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps
Believe that fill your tweets, beat your raps

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Damn cam you did it to consumers
White and red boomers, blue and red laguna's
Dead all the rumors, all these rappers are my juniors
Ma you cant swim, well come follow the tuna

Full moon, we got girls to moon us
No cuddling ma, you wont spoon us
Don't spit game, just sell rick jamees
Baby boy my nick name is switch lanes

Slash stick change, slash get brain
Slash that nigga, slash make it rain
Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's
Know whats in the dungaree's, a hundred G's

[Chorus 2x]