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[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't say it again?
up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in 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.! - and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah granted - it was
But you characters my - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to it aggitated cash related (cash related!)
I your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't catch feelings man - how she not feelin'
And her by the waist feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get ice wet! - Lay down that slight 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 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 lace 'em some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in two G's.
She drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the 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 the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Jones!
G4's speedboats and homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the couch in spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 instrumental]

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm myself? (See?)
The market done 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!)
pump! No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie (yeah!)
on that four door Porsche should be out in a month.

With these keys I'm a (word!) Nautica feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, I'll it
Jag is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before that is the (now!)
Pow was a baller hustler prisoner. (what else?)
But a good (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]