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[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it
up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in little shit!
You got
Keep shit, man!
You have 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 down 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 flies he breakin' down pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up now. - I'm facin 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 your "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't catch man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin like a fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn down 50 - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get ice wet! - Lay down that slight bet
Word my heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they call us the new 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 face of the new (yes!)
No Plies! Big faces in these jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son in them two G's.
She gon' drop on two knees once she see the (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I need to with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't your help. (nah!)
I'm doin like I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down head while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ Quincy Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with phones (yes!)
Standin on the in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds

3:]

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

With these keys I'm a (word!) Nautica 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, today I'm passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before is the literature (now!)
Pow was a hustler slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll it wizz on her. [beat stops]