Dynasty Freestyle

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Uhh, you already know who it is, right?

D-Rugs, Candyman, Bloodshed

You know what the math on that is, right?

Killa, bitch, huh

Dipset, Harlem, Harlem...

It's almost back home, y'all

Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey

Ayo Santana, what is it, huh?

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Ayo, lately I've been going through some family matters

My mother keep telling me "family matters"

I got this attitude like, damn these matters

I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters

Chrome four four handle magnums

In case he run and now I don't get a chance to grab 'em dog

I'll catch you while you parallel parkin'

Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin'

Kill you and your man put y'all in parallel coffins

Yeah these big guns we riding with

And my clips stay wide and shit, the bullets stay the size of Twix

You don't wanna get popped with this

Homeboy, so watch your lips

Y'all talk real tough but I know y'all very weak

You fucking with a ghetto beast that never sleeps

I don't need a hundred niggas to settle beef

Just my, arm and hand stretched out with that metal piece

Yeah, y'all laughing and think is a game

'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain

Or you in a casket and ya baby mom thinks it's a shame, faggot

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Now I'ma have my mommy mad again

When she found out that I'm back to playing with these keys like Tommy Flanagan

And my girl said if I have to tell my man again

"If you end up in that can again, I'm through with your shenanigans"

But I'm back on the corner and I'm panicking

With a big gun that'll have you stiffer than a mannequin

Shit is brain damaging

All this cocaine handling

You can catch me on the corner crazy crispy with the chain dangling

And in the same way I'm running the clubs

Oh yeah dogs I'm one of those thugs

That's allowed and drunk pissy and blunted on drugs

Shit, a hundred of Bloods my gun and my slugs

The way I be feeling y'all niggas want it then WHAAAT?

I had you pay the ultimate price

Like dealing with my vultures ain't nice

They coming for them long chains and pieces that sculpted with ice

Just the same shit that sculpted my life

Ah fuck it man this culture ain't right

Some say I hopped out the Jag and the rag fell

But I say when I hopped out the Jag did you know that the top of the rag fell

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Killa, Killa

Harlem, Killa, uhh, uhh

Uhh, yo, ayo everybody out at the Up in Smoke tour

I was Uptown, gats out, up in coke wars

Bootleg, gun shop, up in both stores

Both grip, both hands held both fours

Ups downs, highs lows, seen both doors

Die or to live, decisions are both yours

But two cats fronted, I broke both jaws

I'm with two chicks, you know I fucked both whores

Homicide, robbery, I broke both laws

I do you like food I assume you roast yours

I been so poor, couldn't afford a condom had to go raw

Next day in the free clinic, oh Lord!

When you became a Willie? Is you insane or silly?

I will aim the milli, doggie at yo' brain for really

It's not a game my nilly

I'ma do this 'til every last damn chain is chilly

How many came to kill me?

I hustle with Queef, her voice is real bitter

She, fuck up my money, ain't no choice but to hit her

But she'll, loiter and litter 'til them boys come and get her

That's the difference in our money, six 6's to a figure

Hookers and hoodrats, using sex as a gimmick

I got a tournament for handicap, Special Olympics

Next to the clinic, case one of they legs get dismembered

Last year wheelchair tipped, broke a neck he was injured

Want 100? Go the nerd way, perse

Feds want niggas up in the birdcage for shit back in the 3rd grade

Lawyers see I made it back

Love to set up slay with tracks

NYPD tow truck, raise the rack, took it, gave it back

Betrayed the fact they bugged the Jeep, seats, floors and light bulbs

So I had to change the Range up, and game up with these white thugs

Now on the tube, see the station

Me, Jimmy Iovine, give me my cream

Shapiro, Peter Gatien, relation

Spot a club in L.A. just to touch it up

Then rug it up, thug it up, but name the club suck and fuck Whatever nigga, what is what, respect power, the set's ours

Two guns, be on news one, next hour, lead shower

With weapons involved I kept a revolve'

Now a deluxe apartment, George Jefferson bar

I'm from where Nicky Barnes, Mr. Fritz got rich as fuck

Rich and A hit the kitchens then was pitchin' up

Rob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it up

I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? Killa

[Outro: Cam'ron]

Killa, Dipset

Harlem, huh, huh

Holla at ya dawg