[Cam ron:] (Chorus) Why I feel like I m losin weight Why I ain t got no money
less I m movin weight Why my life depend on what I mma do today Why I can t move away It s just you and me
without the scrutiny
bitches screwin me
2 and 3 truencies 4 shots
1 toolie G
1 uliogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was 10 got the truly dict
My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick
told me son gooey- spit You can t get paid in a earth this big
you worthless kid Niggas don t deserve to live
go and get a mother er if he murder kids
bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my flow
my dough
and my hoe game been tight Puns of pearls
yo tounge will twirl
listen here Booger bear
I ll have you up in hooker gear,I swear I was doin
Lex persuin
niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing
head for truent
his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent
listen hear me out I m from a cocaine block
with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don t rise
but the rain don t stop The pain don t stop
but my reign don t stop Ain t no lockouts
the game don t stop Every month you change yo locks
change yo spots Get a little smart
want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends
money You got Ben s arraign money
yeah Ben ?? money But if I get knocked
I ain t got no bail But I come on the weekend
from Pablo s jail See I came a long way that s livin the wrong way That s sniffin the po-na
that s sippin the cog-na
hey You wanna be a star
you have ya own day From where they play ball
drink and get buzzed Reminiscin on what a good kid he was I don t know what happened
all he did is what he loved That s when you opposin me
killa get the rosary this rap shit
I ll die for mine
mother er [Chorus(Prodigy):] [Prodigy:] I m around yall
it s goin down yall murder rap
clown niggas back down yall Straight like that
yall niggas around yo Bandana P
blow thirds
the four take you on all fours Thug shit
I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch
catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard
guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls Where I was placed
put between the wrong style thun Capital P
you know whats the outcome Bout some
but never put out the stout guns Don t let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killa s and the 100 dollar hoes Who real ??? check me out though The most ill
more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam
live at the carbon it s crazy
niggas throwin they shit and niggaz flashin crazy [Chorus(Cam ron)] |
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