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[Intro:
up Rector!
I gonna say it again?
Word up, man all good!
You gotta let us in your little shit!
You got
that 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 type to
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, up right now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah granted - it was
But you my character - won't 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 feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that bet
Word my word you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't with us!)
shots I'll 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 in these true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor lace 'em some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in two G's.
She gon' drop on two knees she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't your help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything like I need myself. (huh!)
A bit more I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down head while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one that owns (yeah!)
Ask I write +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones!
G4's speedboats and homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton level with silver phones (yes!)
on the couch in mansions spillin' 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!)
Shotty pump! No ball get your body (dumped!)
I brawl a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
on that four door Porsche should be out in a month.

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