How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y'all don't f*ck wit' us
Suck a dick man, ayo Jones, what's good?
They gon' be mad this time, huh?
Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
El Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, f*ck, hold up, hol', yo man
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
Off the bat?
Off the bat, just backhand her
Why's that, though?
Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"
That's what I'm sayin, nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don't understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, f*ck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That's cause ya game is tight
Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhamean?
We getting ready set this shit the f*ck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, Harlem, Harlem...
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
'fore I f*ck your moms, make you my stepson
Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all f*ck around with brother "Num-say"
Y'all gon' see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karats that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Boca Raton, pokin' your moms
Her and ya aunt all over the Don
Using a dope then I'm gone, back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hamper
Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
F*ck my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin, "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hoe prank callin
Yo Cam, f*ck all this rap shit, man
Let's get down to business, Harlem
Written by: Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez
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