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[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it
Word up, man all good!
You don't gotta let us in your shit!
You got
Keep shit, man!
You could 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 to bunt
No stay in court twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down them 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 aggitated 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 feelin a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit 'for kicks hell
Split 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 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 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 drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I need to meet Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need help. (nah!)
I'm doin like I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down head while 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 and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs with silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the couch in mansions Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm feelin' (See?)
The market changed and y'all rappers still on the shelf? (things change!)
to go for the Eagles 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 a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie (yeah!)
Waitin on four door Porsche should be out in a month.

With these 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 but ma, I'll unfacin it
Jag Coupe is lavender, I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before is the literature (now!)
Pow was a hustler slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a listener (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]