To the Top

[Intro: Cam'ron & sample]

This sounds like a musical

I guess it is a musical, Killa

"It's time I made it to the top..."

Dipset bitch!

This is for anybody that had to go out and hustle

"It's time I made it to the top..."

Had to go out and get they own

Never had anybody give them anything

Let's do it, "It's time I made it to the top..."

C'mon, uh!

[Verse 1: Cam'ron & Tawasa Harris]

Why it feel like I'm losing weight?

Why I ain't got no money, if I'm moving weight?

Fucking with Jorge

Up on Broadway, had me in a hallway

Come on primo, I ain't got all day

This shit he called yay was white like the Aspens

I got home, that white was some Aspirin

Took the tenement despite what had happened

Beat up lieutenants, had fights with the captains

Over loot, I kept hammers on the roof

And word to grandma I was cute, with my bandana on the boot

I realized I wanted cameras on the coupe

And I couldn't get that jam, and standing on the stoop

This don't move me, money

This chicken wing, new kick, cab fare and movie money

What about my hair?

Don't think your boobies funny

But the rest is re-up

Next week should do me honey, next week?

You know I got to get the block back popping, you know

[Chorus: Sample & (Cam'ron)]

"It's time I made it to the top..."

(I'ma get us right though, trust me baby)

"It's time I made it to the top..."

(Uh, yo I'm gonna get on a serious grind, for real)

"It's time I made it to the top..."

(I just need a down chick, you with me ma? You with me?)

"It's time I made it to the top..."

[Verse 2: Cam'ron & Tawasa Harris]

Hey yo

I don't think it's fair hun, that I wear guns

Cop work, hustle hard and can't get your hair done

So you with me ma? I'm with you pa

Yo, you start the car, I'ma split this cigar

Our relationship: throat to penis

I know, but Cam's about dough, I mean this

I got a spot close to Phoenix

I take suggestions, but you can't coach a genius

So you with me lady? I'm with you baby

Good, I'ma load the eighty

'Cause this flip is crazy, and I'm too wanted

But you sell to anybody who want it

One gram, two hundred

You playing twenty-eight

You flip a hundred daily

That's seventeen, too

Soon you'll understand me

I'ma make it ma, yeah, you make it boo

I'ma make it pop, you know where I'm taking you

Where you taking me? To the top, ma

[Chorus: Sample & (Cam'ron)]

"It's time I made it to the top..."

(I did it this time, look at your boy)

"It's time I made it to the top..."

(Look at me, ma!)

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

So you see I'm on the d-low, mister

I will creep your sister

To my crib in Jersey, Rio Vista

All the wrist got deserved to flow bossy

My murder hoes flossy in that Sergio Rossi

My squad is the realest, I thank God that you feel us

Me and Jim's the real Arnold and Willis

We armed in gorillas

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