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[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't say it again?
up, man it's all good!
You gotta let us in your little shit!
You got
that 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 down you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the to bunt
No support in court twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, up right now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah - it was aggrevated
But you characters my - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it cash related (cash related!)
I your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
catch feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down slight bet
Word my word heard you'll get curved a Nike, check!

Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, fuckin' with us!)
Three shots I'll take his whole out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2:
You now lookin' at the of the new team (yes!)
No Plies! Big in these true 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 she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one the water I need to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I need your help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask I write +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones!
speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all 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 like I'm Philadelph'
I feel for y'all - 'fore I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump! No ball get body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone call your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
on that four door Porsche should be out in a month.

With these keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) Nautica feel the (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No but ma, I'll unfacin it
Jag is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller hustler 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]