Intro
Cam'ron
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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? Santana, Freekey 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 Yo son What's good? I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her 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 Knahmean? 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
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Written by: Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez
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