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[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up you punk! You fuckin faggot!
I'm tired of this shit!
You feel sorry for who?!!
Nah lemme tell you somethin,
Yo, gave you head before I stormed in
Any problem, motherfucka yo I want in
Oh I play to win,
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are born in and sworn in,
In the store you're fake bringin
the corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
We know how you get your money
Don't insult me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, I chill
But we bout to
split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill
Oh your man
He think he wise?
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one
with chinky eyes
Yo, I'm related to him
But I'll put eight through him
When I skate to him
And my co-d
I don't think you know
what's taped to him,
think Oklahoma
I'll have this whole
fuckin store with that
smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
We both can bone her
Real quick, real slick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll turn this whole fuckin clip
To some O-dog shit
Now close the gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store killa
it fullfill your needs
Got now and later seeds
Nigga Lee Dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need from the skis?
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
Now it's no time to cry yo,
Ya'll gettin live though
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Like five-0
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In America the product
is coke and weed
In China, the product
is dope and speed
The Columbians got the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like
to Plot and Scheme
[Cam'ron]
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Yo, now your store gross
A mil' a week
Know my niggas on the block?
Yo, we feel its sweet
And we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beef?
So give us half
Or guaranteed baby
You gonna feel the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of July
So if you wanna chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I get like Jackie Chan
Exactly man
Da don grew
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for Bi
Not to con you
And it's a done deal yo
I ain't bluffin kid
Yo tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact I know ya'll
Where that machete at?
Give me that
Blamm!!!
That's when the chink had flipped
And grabbed me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee shit
And his wife got a grenade
That's when my man sprayed
And in a puddle of blood
That's where that bitch laid
Now ya'll ain't got to sweat me yo,
Yo you see that we for real
Nigga let me go!
Fuck up off me!
Realize I'm the loose one
Next time, your ass
gonna play Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Gimme them tapes
Ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the topic
My deal to the floor
In a week
I can bring about 10
thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near
what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now that's the deal nigga
Either take it or leave it
Cause see these guns
I could take it and squeeze it
And you know that I'm the type,
So my shorties,
They'll be here sometime tonight
You know meya, the ninja
wit China white
They got some shit that
can fuck around and
blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And I'ma sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to
See your ass
nigga on hearse day
In the worst way
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