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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
Keep shit, man!
You have 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 you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the to bunt
No support stay in court a month. - Light 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!)
charge, yeah granted - it was aggrevated
But you my character - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated cash (cash related!)
I tell your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now it! "
Don't catch feelings man - how she not 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 your ice wet! - Lay down slight bet
Word my word you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, call us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, 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 faces in true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor lace 'em keep lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in two G's.
She gon' drop on two once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one the water I need to meet 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 thread I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write like Quincy Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa (homes!)
Fake pokin', chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with phones (yes!)
on the couch in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 instrumental]

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm myself? (See?)
The done 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 health - I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump! No ball get your dumped (dumped!)
I don't a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on four door 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 ground the way I this beat. (true!)
No but ma, I'll unfacin it
Jag is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - your I might piss on her,
Christian her! - that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]