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Cam'ron
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't s**t here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick b*tch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler s**t, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it sn*tched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of s**t is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? s**t 37 hundred
I'm stunting pi*sy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit b*tch
Busta Rhymes(chorus)
All my who's ready to ride , what what
All my soldiers and my living foul , what what
money , what what, thug , what what,
grimy , whatwhat,
Big gun , what what
All my girls that's ready to wild with me, what what
And fk a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money girls, what what, thug girls, what what,
corporate girls, what what
All the above girls
Cam'ron
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
crib burned, Jim Jones s**t permed like big Ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a wh*re,
slapping a wh*re, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that s**t happend before
b*tch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fking
Ya heard
(chorus)
