Down And Out

[Intro: Cam'ron & Kanye West]

Uh, Killa

Baby

Kanye, this that 1970s Heron flow, huh?

Yeah, let's speed it up

Y'all hear people talkin' 'bout who hot, who not

Man, they don't know we finna kill the game this year (Uh, I'm back in)

Killa, Ye, come on (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Ayo, street mergers, I legislated, the nerve, I never hated

On murders, premeditated, absurd, I hesitated (Absurd)

Observe, cock and spray, hit you from a block away

Drinking sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay (Ayy)

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place (Place)

Pluck your ace, take your girl, fuck her face (Face)

She dealin' with Killa, so you love her taste (Love it)

She swallowin' Killa 'cause she love the taste (What else?)

I got brought up with crookin', kitchen orders that I'm cookin'

But got caught up with the juxin', would've thought I was from Brooklyn

It gets boring just lookin' (For real)

Feel like Bill Cosby (Uh), pourin' in the pudding

Now, the dashboard is wooden from my hard-tangled grammar (What else?)

Interior inferior, Star-Spangled Banner (Damn)

Car game bananas (Bananas), my man and 'Tana ('Tana)

Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers, he's back

[Chorus: Kanye West & Syleena Johnson]

They tryna say he (I'm down, down)

I hear niggas sayin' he (I'm down, but not out)

But our flows the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (Not out)

Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (Not out)

Ye and Killa Cam (Oh), the world is mine

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

I treat bitches straight up like Simon Says (What?)

Open vagina, put your legs behind your head (You flexible)

Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red

You got pets? Me too (Me too), mines are dead, doggy

Fox, minks, gators, that's necessary (Necessary)

Accessories, my closet's Pet Sematary (What else?)

I get approached by animal activists

I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages (Be for real)

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot (Be serious)

I go to war, old Timb', battered boots (And what else?)

Hand grenade, goggles, and a parachute (That's all I need)

Y'all don't even know the name of my flip (At all)

It was "Touch Me, Tease Me" when Case was the shit (Back in '96)

You don't know bout the cases I get (Uh-huh)

Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris', ow

[Chorus: Kanye West & Syleena Johnson]

They tryna say he (I'm down, down)

I hear niggas sayin' he (I'm down, but not out)

But our flows the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (Not out)

Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (Not out)

Ye and Killa Cam (Oh), the world is mine

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Ayo, you dealin' with some sure shit (Uh-huh), my bitches pure thick

Play razor tag, slice your face, you're it

It's I who come by, drive-thru

Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Look at mami, eyes blue, 5'2"

I approached her, "Hi, boo, how you?" (What up, ma?)

"Pony-skin Louis? Oh, you fly too" (What's really good?)

"You a stewardess? Good, ma, I fly too" (Swear to God)

Now a nigga got bacon to bake (I fly too)

Harlem Shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shakin' the weight

Shakin' the bait, shakin' the jakes

Kill you (Uh-huh), shoot the funeral up, then Harlem Shake at your wake (Uh-huh)

Just your picture, though, you still taped in a lake

I'm laughin', you couldn't wait to escape

For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the four

I hope a nigga heard when I said, "I told you so"

Uh, Killa

[Chorus: Kanye West & Syleena Johnson]

They tryna say he (I'm down, down)

I hear niggas sayin' he (I'm down, but not out)

But our flows the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (Not out)

Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (Not out)

Ye and Killa Cam (Oh), the world is mine

[Outro: Cam'ron]

Killa

You already know, Harlem

Whole Midwest

Detroit, Naptown, St. Louis

Chicago, of course

Westside, holla at me

Southside, Wild Hundreds

You know what it is, Ohio

Columbus, holla at your boy

You know what else I do

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati