Shanghai

[Cam'ron]

Shut the fuck up punk!

You fuckin' faggot! I'm tired of this shit!

You feel sorry for who?

Gave you head before I stormed in

And the problem..muthafucka yo I want in!

Oh I play to win!

Every mornin

I'm yawnin

While y'all are born in and sworn in, In the store you fake bringing the corn in...

Meat, rice, and poultry

I know how you get your money

Don't insult me

Shutup

For me not steppin

You can fault me

Yeah, I chilled

But we are about to split this muthafucka

Like SugarHill

Oh your man

He thinks he's wise

Tell him chill

He ain't the only one with chinky eyes

Yo, I relate to him

And I'll put eight through him

When I skate to him

And my co-d

I don't think you know whats taped to him

But think Oklahoma

I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma

And yo, your wife keeps twitchin

Than we both can bone her

Real quick, real sick

Pull out dick

Nigga go on and rip

I'll turn this whole fucking clip into some O-Dogg shit

Close that gate

It's time to negotiate

Now your store...kills em! It fulfills your needs... you got Now and Laters...Seeds... nigga Lee Dungarees

We in the middle of Harlem

What we need for them ski's

That's the coverup nigga

For the weed, guns, and keys

No its no time to cry yo... yall getting live yo..

I just wanna get paid off, nigga

Like five-0

[Hook]-2x's

In America the product is coke and weed

In China, the product is dope and speed

The Columbians got the coca leaves

But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme

[Cam'ron]

Now your store gross

A mil' a week

And my niggas on the block

Yo, we feel is sweet

But we been livin here forever

Can you feel our beef

So give us half

Or I guarantee baby

You gonna feel the heat

And I'm a little bit high

Save a little and you die

Send a blizzard through your store

In the middle of July

So if you wanna chat

We can

If you wanna scrap

We can

But I feel like Jackie Chan

Exactly man

The Don grew

Murder thoughts like John Woo

I'm here for Bi

Not to calm you

Now it's a done deal yo

There ain't no bluffin kid

And tell your wife don't move

I know where that button is

Yo, I would hate to have to bust her

That's petty black

Matter of fact I know yall

I know where that machete at

Give me that

Blamm!!!

That's when the chink had flipped

Then grabs me like Spock

On some Bruce Lee shit

And his wife had a grenade

That's when my niggas sprayed

And in a puddle of blood

Is where that bitch laid

Yall ain't got to sweat me yo.. now you see that we for real nigga LET ME GO!! Fuck up off me!!

Realize Im the loose one

Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son

That's Word to mutha!

You don't know how deep we are

Give me them tapes

Ya'll got VCR's

Yeah, three of 'em

But back to the topic

My deal to the floor

In a week

I can bring about 10 thou to the store

Yeah, I know I know I know

That's not near to what your crew had

But we doin this together

Nigga that's too bad

Now here's the deal either take it or leave it

Cause see these guns

We can take it or squeeze it

And you know that Im that type

And my shorties.. they'll be here some time tonight

You know Ninya, the ninja wit China white?

They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight

They kind of tight

Now if I here things behind the hype

I'll put a contract on your life

And I'mma sign it right

The thirst way

So have my money Thursday

Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day

In the worst way

[Hook]