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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
that shit, man!
You have it man.
WE GOOD!
Killa!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] See you like to front. (word!) Me? I to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on down 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 he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin 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 aggitated cash (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 shit 'for Chanel hell
Split turn down 50 - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get ice wet! - Lay down that slight bet
Word my heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they call us the new Knights, man!
We like Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' with us!)
shots I'll take his whole team out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2:
You now lookin' at the face of the new (yes!)
No Plies! Big in these true jeans! (HUH? !)
I tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
hangin' son fakin in them two G's.
She gon' drop on two once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I need your help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything like I only myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head while on the phone. (phone!)
Powder it's all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs 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!)
Quick to go for the Eagles 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 body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone call have your slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from to Ronnie Bump (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 should at the ground the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, unfacin it
Jag is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - your wife I might on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it on her. [beat stops]