Pull It

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Uh, let me tell you somethin

Act your age, and I ain't even, matta fact, listen to me

Let me tell you somethin

AAAYYYYOOOOW!

[Verse: Cam'ron]

Don't make me come at y'all, y'all don't wanna brawl

Make me run at y'all gun to y'all, take it all run it all

Actually there's a front it all lemme talk to y'all

Done it all y'all ain't even begun to ball

Winter, spring, summer, fall

The cream still stackin if the fiends still crackin

You the same one cryin, for that Billy Jean jacket

Black diva, pussy ass, don't smoke no pot neither

Mommy take care of your hot fever neighborhood watch leader

Close the drapes up, make the tape duct tape your face up

I fuck wit more powder, then makeup get em laced up

P doe, have a party for the brother

This ain't Menace, but "I feel sorry for your mother"

I kill like the greats did

Had a state bid for stabbin little Nate

(He was only eight) but I hate kids

I know all parents think they experts