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[Intro:
up Rector!
I gonna say it again?
Word up, man all good!
You don't gotta let us in little shit!
You got
that shit, man!
You could it man.
WE GOOD!
Killa!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] See you to front. (word!) Me? I like to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on fourth down you the to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the type to
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah - it was aggrevated
But you characters my - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated related (cash related!)
I tell your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now it! "
Don't feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin like a fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks
Split turn 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that bet
Word my heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they call us the new Knights, man!
We Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' with us!)
Three shots take his whole team out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2:
You now at the face of the new team (yes!)
No Plies! Big in these true jeans! (HUH? !)
I tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue son fakin in them two G's.
She gon' drop on two knees she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I need to with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need help. (nah!)
I'm everything like I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the city (sowed!)
Top down gettin while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
blue it's all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa (homes!)
pokin', y'all chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver (yes!)
Standin on the in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm myself? (See?)
The market done changed and y'all rappers on the shelf? (things change!)
to go for the Eagles like I'm from Philadelph'
I feel for y'all health - 'fore I pull your ice and get melt. (like chill!)
pump! No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie (yeah!)
Waitin on that four Porsche should be out in a month.

With these keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, I'll it
Jag Coupe is lavender, I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a hustler slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - your wife I piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it on her. [beat stops]