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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!

1: Cam'Ron] See you like 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 type to
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down 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 characters my character - assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated related (cash related!)
I your bitch: "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 sell 'for Chanel kicks hell
turn down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that bet
Word my word heard you'll get curved a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, call us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, fuckin' with us!)
Three shots I'll take his 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 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
hangin' 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 don't need help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything like I need myself. (huh!)
A bit more I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Jones!
G4's and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff spurs level with silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the couch in mansions 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 I'm from Philadelph'
I feel for y'all health - 'fore I pull ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
pump! No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone call have body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on that four door should be out in a month.

With keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) Nautica feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I shoot at the ground the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, unfacin 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 listener (ture!) - your wife I might on her,
Christian her! - Yeah how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]