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[Intro] All my Harlem niggas My BK niggas back uptown baby Lennox Ave My oyes on broadway all day uh c'mon... [Verse 1: Cam’ron] You love the way I rep black step the F back 'Fore we out the guns and test chat, respect that Any girl I met that, hit that, love the way I spit that I don't Kit Kat, push your wig back, get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked, got a frontin’ habit, kick that Get that, sit back, school shit, skipped that Learn how to flip packs, for the big stacks And the big Ac', now I got the big gat Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Kin with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some shit Had to tap a chin with a fist Pulled the banger out and blew 'em Begin with a stitch End in a kiss C.O., so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6 See they all say V12 But you see me in it TVs in it BB kitted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can skydive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium Fuck it Yankees Stadium uhh Play people, jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jig you with a AIDS needle You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet Nigga when I’m upset I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to drug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about I'm through with it Your crew ain't even true with it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that Shut up nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Prepare for envy nigga I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Penny's While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta, monero, nieta Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the chancletas Or the black boots, jumpin’ out the Ac' Coupe Cars never lease 'em Girls, geese 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants gotta crease 'em All cards valid Never hard malice Dallas Been up in your favorite star's stylist Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though [Bridge: (Anonymous Male Voice) & Cam'ron] (Yo, yo, yo, yo) What's up? (What the fuck is wrong with you?) Fuck that it's not a game (Yo, you ain't gotta be rhymin' for niggas like that) Man fuck them niggas B (Yo, you know what you do) What? (Tell these niggas the real deal) Aight check it [Verse 2: Cam’ron] Aiyyo I'm crook with the cap, cook up the crack Every time you look up a gat Got you shook up a tad huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up and chat On this bookend of rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right See baby boy I carry guns, you know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year bid, life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm a owner, you a runningback You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan Leave your whole brain damp Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know Stealers/Steelers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnappings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play