Pain & Agony

[Verse 1: Cam'ron] I flip hot pies, slow nights, hot days, throw fights Jacob and Isaac, I stole ice It was so nice Yeah, I know it's a downer, took this shit right over the counter Feds came, Cam, we coming over to pound ya Please, there's seven seas, they won't know where I drowned ya You better stick to your goals, instead of living [?] Fuck a sail, I spit for the soul I told [?] getting too old I went downtown, with [?] parole Told the officer, ma, my album, my ship [?] And that's my man, we fixing to roll She don't care, the bitch is just bold, he wishing he'd fold In the fridgid and cold Play [?] give him a break If he go O.T., I give him a cake Let him sit in [?], bubble [?] God forbid got in trouble again, he does it again Floss too much, that's the way the nigga hustle, my friend Seem like he in love with the pen Good thing I'm in love with my pen 'Cause when he come home, I'ma double him in [?] smoking a [?] You know me, I stepped to him, open aproach Yo, [?] I respect you for toaking your coach But me, with [?] open a toast Done it before, [?] like [?] to a spark Ten minutes later, I was clearing the park Now all this hoopla, over hoops, huh? Tell your girl get up, I ain't gon' shoot ma [Verse 2: McGruff] Yo All I got is heat to spit, bars to Hell Take to the streets to eat, dodging jail Keep that butter, not coke, it's hard to sell I [?] mother, only [?] birds [?] rubbers Only fuck with my boys, cop birds and numbers Yo, I get money, never was a nervous hustler Since a young latten, kept them guns clapping Bring the beef to y'all, you boys want action? Now stop acting like it won't happen 'Cause when that toast go off, it's gon' be a bunch of flow crashing No asking, squeeze all my enomies Please, ain't no police telling me freeze Fuck a long arm of the law, got lamas galore Yo, I kick doors down, tied up moms before Yo, you fucking with the right one, baby I pipe young ladies, [?] all my life, like guns crazy Hoes respect my gangsta, niggas do too Make families boo hoo, homie, screw you Man, shots right through you Hit your boo boo, shit looking crew [?] You fucking with a [?] quick to do you Jump in the jet, black [?] Relaxes [?] roll up an L Murder Gang Gruff, known so well In my past wars, all my opponents fell It's like a chess game, move [?] instenct, take dead aim For your brid-ains, ain't nothing chi-anged Gruff still the si-dame Word up, you know how we do