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

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

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, call us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' us!)
Three shots I'll his whole team out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

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

[12 seconds

3:]

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

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