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Cam'Ron]
Ok First off, you a bitch
Only reason I'm this
jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye Dame
- you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them was fired
Fifth - on, turn the beat off
I had to the beat off for this
You bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the news
the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas jeans on
How's the king of New York sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
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1: Cam'Ron]
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you hoe
(Go to & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it it's true
But now I look we got more in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, was there)
At Jaz you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggaz is coming strait minimum wages
dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them (DipSet)
is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of wonder how
Everytime I diss that I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It ain't my I'm raw
I'm B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh chill, Cochran is dead"

[Ontro 1:
niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 B
We ready you gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we Bush man
You gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you super songs man
Let it out man, we for 15 rounds man [fades out]