We Make Change

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Killa, yo

I'm official nice, y'all niggas Fisher Price

Fuck trout, you 'bout? Let's fish for ice

This a wrist of light, get it right, a vicious price ($50,000)

Plus my kicks are Nikes, this what the bitches like

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Mister right, kiss her right, make sure that her lips get wiped

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

She a hummer - nah, plumber - she could "twist the pipes"

When I was 15, bang-bang, I called my moms'

Cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond

All the Ganj all is gone, just came from Autobahn

Came back with the foreign Palm (I'll holla!)Shit, before I go berserk, jerk, when I sold it hurt

Urf told me go to school: nah, bitch, go to work! (Get a job!)

And gave the coldest smirk

Right after she stole my work (Where you going with my shit?!)

And the nerve to hold her purse (I'll holla!)

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

We make change yay, we slang yay

It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay"

And we crazy, holmes

.380, holmes

To your baby's dome: bang bang bang bang boom!

And we bomb like "La Bamba"

With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya

With bombs in their bombers

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

They love me, they hate me, like (ay ay ay ay ay!)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Killa!

Okay, here come the rundown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Puff puff puff, shutdown Uptown

In the house, holla back

Going round, dunn clown

I'ma do this fast or slow

When I rap or when I bag a O, when I wrap that

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Motherfuckers had to know

Oh, oh, I'm about that cornbread

Believe me, I'm beyond dead

I do this for Bloodshed, do it for Bloodshed

Derek Michael Armstead

Me and him soul-to-soul

If you bowl your fold, better slow your role

Before your roll get popped

And them hoes them hop from pole to pole

Lemme slow it up (why?)

So y'all can cope n' touch

I'm heroin and sex in one: dope as fuck

I'm hopin', I'm ropin' the Trojan

And goin' a-hoin', "open it up"

If not, dogg, I'm choking the slut

Am I poking or what? You got to figure, dogg

The game and a chicken wing, stupid "figure four"

I'm that nigga y'all - I just ball

Best-dressed, dress fresh, oh yes yes y'all

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

We make change yay, we slang yay

It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay"

And we crazy, holmes

.380, holmes

To your baby's dome: bang bang bang bang boom!

And we bomb like "La Bamba"

With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya

With bombs in their bombers

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

They love me, they hate me, like (ay ay ay ay ay!)