Dynasty Freestyle

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uhh, you already know who it is, right? D-Rugs, Candyman, Bloodshed You know what the math on that is, right? Killa, bitch, huh Dipset, Harlem, Harlem... It's almost back home, y'all Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey Ayo Santana, what is it, huh? [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Ayo, lately I've been going through some family matters My mother keep telling me "family matters" I got this attitude like, damn these matters I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters Chrome four four handle magnums In case he run and now I don't get a chance to grab 'em dog I'll catch you while you parallel parkin' Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin' Kill you and your man put y'all in parallel coffins Yeah these big guns we riding with And my clips stay wide and shit, the bullets stay the size of Twix You don't wanna get popped with this Homeboy, so watch your lips Y'all talk real tough but I know y'all very weak You fucking with a ghetto beast that never sleeps I don't need a hundred niggas to settle beef Just my, arm and hand stretched out with that metal piece Yeah, y'all laughing and think is a game 'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain Or you in a casket and ya baby mom thinks it's a shame, faggot [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Now I'ma have my mommy mad again When she found out that I'm back to playing with these keys like Tommy Flanagan And my girl said if I have to tell my man again "If you end up in that can again, I'm through with your shenanigans" But I'm back on the corner and I'm panicking With a big gun that'll have you stiffer than a mannequin Shit is brain damaging All this cocaine handling You can catch me on the corner crazy crispy with the chain dangling And in the same way I'm running the clubs Oh yeah dogs I'm one of those thugs That's allowed and drunk pissy and blunted on drugs Shit, a hundred of Bloods my gun and my slugs The way I be feeling y'all niggas want it then WHAAAT? I had you pay the ultimate price Like dealing with my vultures ain't nice They coming for them long chains and pieces that sculpted with ice Just the same shit that sculpted my life Ah fuck it man this culture ain't right Some say I hopped out the Jag and the rag fell But I say when I hopped out the Jag did you know that the top of the rag fell [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa, Killa Harlem, Killa, uhh, uhh Uhh, yo, ayo everybody out at the Up in Smoke tour I was Uptown, gats out, up in coke wars Bootleg, gun shop, up in both stores Both grip, both hands held both fours Ups downs, highs lows, seen both doors Die or to live, decisions are both yours But two cats fronted, I broke both jaws I'm with two chicks, you know I fucked both whores Homicide, robbery, I broke both laws I do you like food I assume you roast yours I been so poor, couldn't afford a condom had to go raw Next day in the free clinic, oh Lord! When you became a Willie? Is you insane or silly? I will aim the milli, doggie at yo' brain for really It's not a game my nilly I'ma do this 'til every last damn chain is chilly How many came to kill me? I hustle with Queef, her voice is real bitter She, fuck up my money, ain't no choice but to hit her But she'll, loiter and litter 'til them boys come and get her That's the difference in our money, six 6's to a figure Hookers and hoodrats, using sex as a gimmick I got a tournament for handicap, Special Olympics Next to the clinic, case one of they legs get dismembered Last year wheelchair tipped, broke a neck he was injured Want 100? Go the nerd way, perse Feds want niggas up in the birdcage for shit back in the 3rd grade Lawyers see I made it back Love to set up slay with tracks NYPD tow truck, raise the rack, took it, gave it back Betrayed the fact they bugged the Jeep, seats, floors and light bulbs So I had to change the Range up, and game up with these white thugs Now on the tube, see the station Me, Jimmy Iovine, give me my cream Shapiro, Peter Gatien, relation Spot a club in L.A. just to touch it up Then rug it up, thug it up, but name the club suck and fuck Whatever nigga, what is what, respect power, the set's ours Two guns, be on news one, next hour, lead shower With weapons involved I kept a revolve' Now a deluxe apartment, George Jefferson bar I'm from where Nicky Barnes, Mr. Fritz got rich as fuck Rich and A hit the kitchens then was pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it up I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? Killa [Outro: Cam'ron] Killa, Dipset Harlem, huh, huh Holla at ya dawg