Losing Weight, Pt. 2

[Intro]

Know what's poppin', I'm not fuckin' with you, man

You ain't have my money now, my connect not fuckin' with me

Get the fuck out of here

Nah, nah, yo, B, word to— word to Blood, yo, we—

We got it poppin' right now

Me, Left, and Gator, man, we just got Papi for a brick and a half, B

I got everything I owe you and a another half for you right now in the car, that's word, B

Right now?

Right now, B

Good, good, good, good, good

You got your fuckin' head on your fuckin' shoulders now, B

Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, nigga

Let me think, let me think

Now I could go back to—

I'm goin' back to North Carolina, down in Greensboro and take care—

Where I can take care with Thi and Bum and them niggas

Jimmy and Zek' is right now in Massachusetts, I'ma call them

Okay

I'ma give you the directions, take the Benz

If you get lost, push the OnStar, you know what I'm sayin'?

The directions get you straight there, you know what I mean?

Okay, let's do it

Be careful, put that shit away, man, you know what I mean?

Be careful, I love you, alright? You good

Call me on the cell if you got a problem

[Chorus: Cam'ron]

Ayo, fuck losing weight

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Cop a car, new estate

Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray

Baby due today ('Day)

I got to move an eighth (Eighth)

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em)

Killa never let the drama slide

Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die (Yo, yo)

Yell out homicide

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Eighteen months? Please, that ain't facing time

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

I'ma do the right thing, though, take shock anyway

Six months, right back on the damn block anyway (Anyway)

But look, money from across the street

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Me and my peeps often meet

And five-oh, they work for us (Us), walk the beat

Walk with heat 'cause talk is cheap (Cheap)

So dun stay silent (Shh)

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent (Silent)

When it comes to beef, it becomes a talent (Talent)

Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from "Violence," Killa

Digital ten, shit get critical, friend

I got eight hundred invisible men

That mean it could be the bank man

Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam

Lady at the frank stand (Stand)

Will rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade (Lemonade)

And y'all dead now, that, you could bet now

Do like a toaster, put your bread down

Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns, blow TEC rounds

In a collision, I see their ambition (I see it)

But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching

Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen

When it came to grams, it was ninety I fried

Three-fifty on the stove and it's ninety outside ('Side)

I'ma get this girl that be stuffing my bricks

Felt life cheated her, she be cutting her wrists

Her mom died, her-on overdose stuffed in her wrist

Father fucking her, older man fucking her sis

But love my music, say I do nothing but hits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

'Cause when she needed help, I got her nothing but fixed

Needed coke, needed dope, yeah, I gave her a fix

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his dick

"You know Cam?" He said, "Yeah, don't play with his chips" (Chips)

Stood back, blazed him with six, amazing and shit

Huh? Killa, Killa, Dipset, nigga

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh)

We back on these highways, we moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Take my moms, move away

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate (Uh-huh)

Baby due today (Come on)

I got to move an eighth (That's right)

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwing me (Yeah)

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block 'til the shots hit me (Yo)

Until the shots get me

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice

When it comes to spitting that fire

It's real, dog, I live in the fire

Used to being in the streets, homie

In the midst of the fire

Break work, put it in pots, sit it in fire

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires

Hittin' your doors while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

That's just the beginning of war

I let you know you dealing with dogs

My villains'll finish you off

Head in your chest, brain

Dead on the Van Wyck expressway

While I got my hand in the TEC, wave

Niggas like, "Fuck, is he stupid?" (Yes, I am)

Cops wanna cuff me, do it

You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it

Rush me, do it

Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises

Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers

Look at my body, I lost so much weight

Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight

I'm telling Papi, "Front me a brick, let me owe that cake"

He telling me he ain't got but so much weight

He been waiting for his connection to come

I'm like, "At least give me a half, I'll compress it and stretch it to one"

I'm on the block as usual

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Me and my soldiers know the rules to use case we get bopped by the dudes in blue

Keep your mouth locked, screwed, and glued

Or shots from the Ruger duke'll circle round your body like hula-hoops (Woo)

Mami told me, "Son, hold your own"

And one day you gon' grow to be a rolling stone

I believed her

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block 'til the shots hit me

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

Ayo, fuck losing weight

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Cop a car, new estate

Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray

Baby due today ('Day)

I got to move an eighth (Eighth)

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em)

Killa never let the drama slide

Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die

Yell out homicide

Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh)

We back on these highways, we moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Take my moms, move away

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate

Baby due today

I got to move an eighth (That's right)

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwing me

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block 'til the shots hit me

Until the shots get me