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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