Альбом Cam'ron

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

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

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

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

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

(DRUM FINALE)

Fuck YOU

feat. DJ Clue

(Cam'Ron)
I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
You put my food in the dark 
and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck I look like 
I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
WHOOOOOOOOOOOO

(Clue) 
we going to set this off

(Cam)
I'm on ya'll
Harlem, who else is going to hold us down 
Bloodshed niggas
lets get it right this time 
understand 
Killer

Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's 
Like it's all good down at the hit factory
Be on 54th, whole clique backing me 
all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery 
I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies 
And I can't act, turned down 3 movies
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash 
And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
My rude ass, carries 3 weapons 
And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping 
Who else in a hurry to mirk
We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts 
imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!)
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order 
Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter 
Tell me it's the man, can't be
Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
Got her damn handy 
How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy 
I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family 
Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy 
Your right hand man Randy, understand me 
in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land 
Desert Calasandi

Chorus:

You know the one with the whips, THATS ME 
The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME
The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me 
Get at me, nigga, THATS ME 
The one that be running and dodging, YOU
The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU 
The one that's scared of some yay yo, 
always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch 

(Cam) 
I could show you some ice 
Throw you a bite 
You not that good dog, who told you you're nice 
Ay, yo your crew, switch siders 
When I come through, hey Cam
Dick riders 
But I only mess with Navigators 528
6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver 
Come through, stick your suppliers
Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva 
Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth 
Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
And I don't got beef, I don't play those games 
If I did though believe me I would say y'all names 
Go to your house, red dot scope your crib 
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
My crew split it was my mistake
But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes 
I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake 
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h
This is for my niggas that load the pipe 
Saying I'm the best just not promoted right 
You know my life
Drink, smoke, roll some dice 
Control the hiest 
Know I'm a patrol your schiest
We all get schiest 
Ma, keep all your rice 
Wedding ring, HELL NO 
I like all my ice 
Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite 
Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest
You the type talk about everything you got now
I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all rock wild 
When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!" 
I see y'all concerned about me 
you don't got to go to school to learn about me 

Chorus:

Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME
The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price, 
yoke that's nice, THATS ME
The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU 
The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU 
The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, 
you all about nothing, YOU Biatch

(Cam)
Told you I got us this time around niggas
Feeling me some, HUH
Harlem, I got us nigga
Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones 
Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over 
It's fuck us so fuck y'all

Killa bitch
Killa bitch 
Killa bitch 
Killa bitch 
Killa bitch 

(Clue) 
AND I..............

I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus
Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures

[Chorus]
For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We getting head tonight (Whatever)
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball (Whatever)

Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury
I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano
And my girls they be blessin' me first
Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick
I need a "Here ma, goof this in your pussy" chick
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy
LADIES TAKE IT EASY

[Chorus]
To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
We getting head in the car (Whatever)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em
Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women
Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're oven
Shit, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent
Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo
Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda

[Chorus]
For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We getting head tonight (Whatever)
To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball (Whatever)

To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
We getting head in the car (Whatever)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)

And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet
(Whatever) Killa (Whatever)

feat. Destiny's Child & Jimmy Jones

Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true)
Made a lotta enemies (true)
Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life over again? 
(You right about that)
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat

(Verse 1)
Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where
>From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)
Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life, we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin
Cause we all stubbrin
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals (true)
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all people
A nigga front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs (drugs)
Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood
So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near
Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?

(Verse 2)
Uh,
One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)
Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is
I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)
As the man of the house I had to bring income

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?

(Verse 3)
Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh)
Stand on this mothafuckin block again?
Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo)
See alotta men get shot up bad 
Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for excutives
It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives
Get my messages, hell no
Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid
Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some child support shit
I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall
If I do my life over, I repeat all

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun, but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
(repeat 2 times)

[skit]
Yo Weez wasup man
Yo word man, you hear them niggas man, 
them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened? What happened?
Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man
T-Today, I...
Straight like that today man
We gon murder them niggas man
Assed out man
I heard they do they thing though
Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga
Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man
No doubt

HOOK:
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it
So, chain danglers, are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him
He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me
Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi
Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P
Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist
Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker

HOOK:
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six

[Verse 2]
Ayo they used to call me "Work Out"
Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out
Now murk out, before you get cursed out
Bangin they fun, same as the sun
Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft
I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?
Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money
But everything's gonna to be all right, why
Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

HOOK

[Verse 3]
This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing]
Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing]
Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing]
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing]
And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing]
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing]
Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing]
Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing]
Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho
But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch
?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it
That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed!
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you!

HOOK

I aint got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to live for
Man fuck all that
I'm sayin, you live for me then
Fuck that shit
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never that
It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I told my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is real gettin live
Still sittin by, still gettin high
And I don't hold my tongue
I was wrong enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with intoxication
[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so high
What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I could if I tried
But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why I'ma give it up
The Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what?

What do I have to live for...
What do I have to live for...
What do I have to live for...
What do I have to live for..

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for college
So that mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuel Jackson
It's A Time To Kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the heat is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat upon
A nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, they just relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis
But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish
Least I wasn't caged in a clinic
In there, you age in a minute
But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art
Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you sort of a lie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's goin blind
Tell me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what

What do I have to live for...
What do I have to live for...

f/ Old Dirty Bastard

(Cam'Ron)
Fuck who ever saying shit
fuck the hole system
fuck who ever playing me
fuck who ever listens
Juliany fuck perjury
fuck the club
fuck the pub
fuck the ball
fuck him, fuck security,(violence)
with a gun and grill that's how I fucked her, fucked y'all
even Juvenile said all don't give a fuck hen, (violence)
we on the worst on this shit
holla more I go first on this shit
lets see how many times I can curse on this shit,(violence)
shit, fuck, ass, bitch, nigga, pussy, hoe hoe
Putta, marico, pera, toto,(violence)
I put a gun to your brain
put you in front of the train
drink a Smirnoff
wait for it to wear off,(violence)
take is hair off
tear his ear off
you loath us
strip now you blow
got the strap now she knows
don't sob a bitch, hug a bitch, mug the bitch, mug the bitch
get out of hear
mugged the bitch, slugged the bitch,(violence)

chorus x 8

(violence) die bitch nigga, bitch nigga die (violence)

4 chorus background (die die die die die die die)

yo, yo, yo
you don't know me grab you I will
fuck what you heard, stab shoot I kill, (violence)
kill kill kill kill
nigga's triggers off
we burn bitches nipples off
pull them pistols off, (violence)
for my real bitches cocaine copy
they straight Loraine about it
run up on your chain and pop it
get in the red and drop it, (violence)
you acting strange to cawk it
you want a brain then stop it
honey game is logic
the money's regardless, (violence)
gun scared to use it
they so wild and pros
shave your pubic, then put on the alcohol,(violence)
here on the aria, fuck the plant house
razors in the mouth
waiting for you to talk slick
then she talk spit, (violence) (spitting)
ups the hork he
you better cover, (violence)
cut from neck to Dracula, chocked in blood,(violence) blood, blood, blood
BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD
DIE, DIE NIGGER BITCH (Violence)

chorus x 8
die bitch nigga, bitch nigga die

(Old Dirty Bastard)
8 chorus background (you fucking zoo keepers better leave my mother fucking
monkey's alone)

You prejudice I put you in you chair and peace to president
I wasn't having that veal, (violence)
and don't forget the fuck who's here
Mike Tyson you cant be in jail
am getting you the fuck out of hear, (violence)
prostitute bitches if you prostitute, PROSTITUTE
you're the best at the game of the few, (violence)
I over heard a bitch say how he saw always two
you could never have travelled my room

(Cam'Ron)
die bitch
and am a hater
hate your taste
Hate your place
hate your face
hate y'all nigga's
can take y'all nigga's,(violence)
hate my life
well I hate your wife
hit your wife
but I hate your wife
now your about to hate this life,(violence)
hate to say I hate shit
I hate that bracelet
well take that bracelet
take that fake shit
take that stink shit,(violence)
and I hate shit collectors
and fake big brothers with dick sucker's
make the pig suffer
you die left out,(violence)

chorus x 8
die bitch nigga, bitch nigga die

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(Guy singing)
I need a freak
I need a freak
Girl I need a freak

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

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

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

Chorus 2x

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

Chorus 4x

feat. Un


Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot 
Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

Chorus:
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

Verse 2:
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Un (whispering)
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray 
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the rusty
car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And yall can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO

chorus 

feat. Prodigy


Cam'ron:
(Chorus)
Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
Why I can't move away
It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
Before a nigga under the world

When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side 
And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid 
Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker 
if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
He got hit up that same night
Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight
Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks 
Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money
You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
>From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved
That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker

Chorus(Prodigy):

Prodigy:
I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall 
murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo
Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours 
Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth 
Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet
I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun
Capital P, you know whats the outcome
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from
For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
Who real ??? check me out though
The most ill, more drama than Denzel
More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon 
it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
and niggaz flashin' crazy

Chorus(Cam'ron)

(Jay-Z)
uh huh, yeah

(Cam'Ron)
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo yo yo yo 
Some get a little and some get none
Shit, I was part of the some get none
The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs
Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball, 
But I came to practice weed scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable
If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
I can hoop, yo
All-American in my age group, yo
Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
All i did was rob and mug on campus
Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
Call moms, she dont want the phone act
She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit

(Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.)

Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock 
or you got a wicked jump shot

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, ayo
Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"
Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'
See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
Shiesty again, no where without iron
Seems like my school life self destroyed
Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
See what happen', stopped the crackin'
Start rappin', quit the clappin'

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that i became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
for dat fame
Throwa Untertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arrainment, Killa

(Chorus)

(Cam'Ron)
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Dis a problem for they environment, killa
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arraignment

killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog, 
its killa dog, ill kill you dog,

What means the world to you
Cause money mean the world to me
I'm a shine for the world to see
Pearl the V twirl the key cock back kick 
back and twirl the weed
(Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun
Hot one done pop one scrub not one
Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns
and i got hot one's
But i wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick
Wit a porno flick
(Uh)Make sure my comes go on a lick
More to sip but screw that
Where my thugs with the hollow tips
Girls that acknowledge it 
Polish it after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck what that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam tide
So i need a real chick 
Someone to keep it real wit
Someone to rob and steal wit
Someone to share my meal wit
It's that there look wit you 
and be out for your revenue
then even at you and she'll be blessin you
Caressin you startin that mess wit you
But you always good for now and plus no friends around 
So girl jus come lift up that dress for now
And give me some points for now talk to me ma

What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes
What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails
What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah
What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat
What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees
What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things
What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) 
oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
oh, ah

My cousin tandelese see the gurl type honory
But the girlfriend was real real real fond of me
But the girl put her on to me and I'm like why
I mean come through wit her she drivin that alumina
I'm not even thinkin bout screwin her
let alone pursuing her
I got a gurl she like what that got to do wit her
Get through wit her mess around my gurl come down 
and put two in her
But I'm in a heavy case like the type that pepsi make
Who you fake got pies like betty bake
Top balla in every state
In Chi im mike
Boston I'm Kenny
In Miami im Timmy and Phoenix I'm Penny 
damn in Harlem I'm Sammy order or so
What the hell you want
Got sons guns run run
Make them run run skate take one
>From young one's dumb dumbs
Hit wit the dumb dumbs hit wit the stun gun
Oh damn young hon where the gurl come from
And i wanna meet her can i greet her
Yo we in my bed for now
She said oh no my spine on respire now
Well give me some points for now talk to me ma

What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes
What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails
What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah
What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat
What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees
What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things
What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) 
oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
oh, ah

Ladies say (ah) scream it out speak it out
It's that time of the month for you leakin out say oww (oww)
Shit yall know I'm down for the hoes down for the doe
down for a little lay dick on the low yall know
I'ts that kima chick that'll heat ya chick (oww)
Squeeze the click (oww) go home and get freaked again
Yall know i like that sex wit the right cat
Rings make them iced stack

(Cam'ron):Yo now hold up mama
I don't want you to be no hoe
I done layed them, J'd them 
That's right played them hoes

(Girl):I ain't one of them hoes
Why you come wit them hoes when I come for the doe
Keep them under control

What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes
What means the world to you my money, my doe, my hair, my nails
What means the world to you some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head rah
What means the world to you to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat
What means the world to you lots of cheese shopping sprees
What means the world to you diamond rings shinin things
What means the world world to you ladies (oh) fellas (ah) 
oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
oh, ah

feat. Juelz

[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]

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 

f/ Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones

[Intro]
Yeah nigga
This is what the fuck I'm talking about
Back up in this fucking shit now
We gonna do shit ya'll niggaz never heard of
Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon

[Jim Jones]
Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga
I came up with no dag
Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash
No threads and no rags
Shit was serious
I wasn't in no fads nigga
I'm no pretender
I've been to jail and I know offenders
You I don't know or no remember
But I know you tender
Shit you ain't no exeption
I'm in the hood with no redemption
When you gonna die in life there's no prevention
Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad
Yeah I was one that would cut you
Cause I came up to with no one to look up to
But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life
Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides
Niggaz I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga
I know my roots
Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida
Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada
Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende

[Freaky Zeeky]
Comprende what the fuck
Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker
Got get your own cheese nigga
What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal
Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal
Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga
You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch
Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do

[Cam'ron]
Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills
Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils
I don't have to swallow pills
Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals
Why did I cop to steal
Why did I ride ride for real
Why we can't wait til our time God could take her
Why the flesh eatin disease make niggaz get ate her
Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup
Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a
Why the great ones always break up
And when travisty happen they wanna make up
Why niggaz can't get caked up and stay caked up
Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb
Why niggaz in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one
Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun
Why niggaz from America always wanna cart to foreign land
My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry
Why when I get on blood got to die
Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye
Why when plane crashes niggaz fly to die
Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm
Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum
Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right
I got to fuck every night
Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves
Why periods last three to five days
Why we ain't retreated to slaves
Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage
And we say the beasts is in rage
Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page
Whys no such thing as true lies
Why can't I have two rather than few highs
Whys homos got to do guys in the world
Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls
Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis
You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun
Why man in statue depend on his rocks son
Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders
And niggaz get cooked like burgers
Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick
Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick
Why this rap shit
Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs
Yo why you all wanna see me blow
Why the rederick why I can't get my proper etiquette

[Outro]
Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again
I want that money too nigga
Fuck that lil two dollar prude
I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga
Yeah niggaz up in the shit motherfucker
I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin
I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker
Nigga you better get some more money cause
We got to tapes up this motherfucker
You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit
I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker
I bet you better believe that

feat. Dutch & Spade


Dutch:
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about

Spade:
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can't kiss me
Go 'head with the mo' at the bar 
You better Cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin' swiftly 
Duckin' fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky
Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherfucker

Cam'Ron:
Yo, Yo, 
Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft ?
Come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nigga paid out 
suede couch
I'm into hooded things
Bitch butt be way out
These cats be Hecliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms
In front of bam bam
Hanna Barbara lover
Collar big 
Cotton candy blue gators polishment
Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
We pour it on 'em
Meet a snitch throw wall off on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecks
Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but I double check
Bubble lex
Ain't too much more I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse 
Clear it out 
L's with my liquor
Sounds sew a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ
Nigga pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my moola I'm conscientious
Tell Medi she buy me benzes
Pour favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on nigga time to ball
Hung 45th and Lennox 
3 piece suit bean pies the final call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y'all
We 8 digets you play frigate
Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y'all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes and 
Streets buzzing V dozen
Bitches calling me husband
Saying we fuck when we wasn't 
Lying on her coochie
I'm dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doopey
But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work 
Plate of a kind
If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 
Don't waste up my time 
You racing for shine 
Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bear facts ? buck fifty
Air Max buck fifty
Only New York nigga to fuck with me
On her period blood sticky
Same night flood missy
Play Toronto like Doug Christy
Fuck Christy
Louie the 13
Slugs with me 
Gimme head
Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head
But my day is Friday
Toast for my bread
Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head

All my harlem niggas my bk niggas
back uptown baby, lennox ave

We bout to spit hospitable
Physical, but shit is gettin critical
The way cats bitin is dispicable
Pitiful, unoriginal, this shit is miserable
I'm a businessman, I ain't tryin to be lyrical
Damn it's a miracle, thought y'all was veterans
Wish your flow was ill huh?
Mine was your medicine
Now you're in the game
Lame sound the best you've ever been
Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman
Get thirty thou now your actions begun
Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done
Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin
And start malice(?) 
When the fuck we start bouncin?
We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin
We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin'

[CHORUS]
Yo you fly? Let me know
Yo you high? Let me know
You wanna cry? Let me know
You wanna die? Let me know
You want raw? Let me know
You sound raw Let me know
You want a war? Let me know
You on tour? Let me know
You sell crack? Let me know
You bust yo gat? Let me know
You sell weed? Let me know
Well where the trees? Let me know
You a fed? Let me know
She give head? Let me know
It's aight? Let me know
You wanna fight? Let me know

Yo I get dough any way
I can flow any way
Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway?
C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray
And nigga might I say
I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day
Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away
And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way
I got some cats that'll come down here right away
To take your ass right away
Believe me you could die today
We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code
So please let me know
You get fly? Let me know
He get high? Let me know
Take his jewels and his rolls(?)
Eat his food to let him know(???)
You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze
With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me
So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right
I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right

CHORUS

You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover
And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother
Better carry your rubber
Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???)
Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me
Not my man, not my style
Not my fam, not my pal
Not my click, not my type
Hell no we not alike
You get knocked, you sit in a cell
Get raped, bitch, and you yell
Turn homo, kiss and you tell
Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga
Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga?
You know how we get niggas?
Bla! bla! bla! bla!
That's how we get niggas
Big drinkers, me and 6 figures
Bout to be some real, real real real real real real
Rich niggas
Big niggas, talk slick nigga
Got shit to spit nigga

CHORUS x2

[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 one) {:28}
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) {1:09}
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 two) {1:30}
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) {2:12}
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 three) {2:38}
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) {3:20}
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) {3:38}
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!