MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
cam'ron - 357
What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
'Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ?
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
Play people
Jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I'm set
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about
Un would've ? about
I'm through wit' it
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
By alma queta
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls ? 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em
Bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid
Never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
{Guy} Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
{Cam} Fuck that it's not a game
{Guy} Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
{Cam} Man fuck them niggas B
{Guy} Yo, you know what you do
{Cam} What?
{Guy} Tell these niggas the real deal
{Cam} Aight check it
Aiyyo I'm ?
Cook up the crack
Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns
You know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only
You a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey
We shoot pro way
Mess with us no way
Now go 'head go play
cam'ron - 5 boroughs
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
[KRS One]
We hit em and get em we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them
[Vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
[Buckshot]
Let's take a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
cam'ron - a pimp s a pimp
{Jermaine Dupri}
Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl
{Cam'ron}
Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
rip'em and rock'em
but if I hit'em I pop'em
but if I lick'em I lock'em
and I ain't famous at all
Let my game tell it all
but they a pain in my balls
got to train'em like dogs
from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
Mad depressed
I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion
{Chorus x 1}
Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
(Ain't no need to explain)
Why is that?
('Cause I'm from Down South)
Well I got Down South game
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
You ain't know I get cash to pimp
go ask him, my whores are fresh
Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
tell you now backdoor's the best
for the stress
we never raw in flesh
Why I'm sores aguess (?)
I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
condoms when i grab them hips
kiss and mix you wrap them lips
and if she act (smack the bitch)
if she wack (smack the bitch)
sad to see the way it had to be
Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
yo, my rhymes got a concubine
'cause I control they mind
avoid the crew
'void the groove
got more doe, than the fued
got more hoes, than the few
if I die they wouldn't know what to do
whatcha think all they do is cry?
tell you this between you and I
forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide
{Chorus x 1}
And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
I leave em past leaking
Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
You whylin out, for the styinout
girls say I'm foul and doubt
but baby got to understand
that's what my style's bout
{Chorus x 2}
Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp
cam'ron - all the chickens
{chickens clucking in background}
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck {repeats throughout song}
When I come through
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When I drive through
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I, yo, yo
{Cam'ron}
I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin
They way I floss, y'all chcickens, should be cluckin
One bird chirp, got blunt wit me
She work up at Starbuck, front on me
I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick
Fucked up bad, real, real, thirsty chick
You just chop, called you karate chick
Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch
Like your sister, she was just a crack chick
Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch?
Like Cam is a son of a bitch
That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your tits
But I, got a girl, we all call her "Licka"
Cuz she drink liquor, let another girl lick her
If you licky, licky, we all could play
But I don't eat nothing that can walk away, Killa
{chickens clucking}
When I come through...
When I drive through...
Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine...
All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go...
{Juelz}
Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before
And you know that they different than whores
Same rules, never put your dick in 'em raw
But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw
Cuz she listen, been through it, did it before
But you gotta watch 'em close cuz they blab they mouth
Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth
Then fuck her til she cluck her whole basket out
Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin'
She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin'
Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin'
Hope you got a metro card or a token
They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin
But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens
And they love when I don't stop, keep diggin
Make 'em wanna cluck more, make 'em wanna fuck more
{chickens still clucking}
Uh, uh, Killa, uh, uh, what, uh
When I come through...
Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through...
Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine...
All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens
{Cam'ron}
Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken
Took L advice, slap me a chicken
But my girl don't need no type of brains
Just get down, gimme some type of brains
And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim
But if your head right I might ice your chain
{Juelz}
It's a shame how y'all chicks admire the jewels
Niggas wearin white gold y'all inspired them fools
But I'ma tell you chicks once
Only thing you gon' get from Juelz is dick and some big blunts
And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick
But don't worry baby it's about this thick
{chickens continue}
Uh, when I come through...
Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000...
My chain is $45,000...
My pinky ring is $25,000...
The year of my car, match the year that it is
What you expect a chicken to fuckin do?
Y'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin
Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin
Uh, when I come through...
When I drive through...
{cluck to the end}
cam'ron - bird call
[Cam'ron] (Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.
you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer
[JR Writer] (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw
Clap....... thats the bird-call
If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us know the word whore
Clap........thats the bird-call
[JR Writer]
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me dome
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster than marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn kitchen
gained a couple fans having made the transition
but im still in the hood like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
shit this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me
(CHORUS)
[Lil' Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm ready now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas gotta pay off
Snitches know to see yall
If chickens on the radar, I?m at it
Cuz I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the plates
Shake off the flakes
Dad daddy make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya?ll hate me like I?m adolf,
But ya?ll cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal whores
I?ll probably take yours
because you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don?t breathe on the weed
I?m fucking with them birds
without feeding them seeds that?s creed you don?t know about it,
full clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, I?m like ya?ll got it yet
(CHORUS)
[Cam'Ron]
SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you funny nigga.)
Damn, Homie
In high school you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so whack
dame sunk some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my category
mess around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot lets get down
it may seem petty,
but we all turn mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team ready
(CHORUS)
[JR Writer]
this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, your pa be on chill
the car is DeVille, is real ill
heart in the grill its far in my mills
Cruise the city with the semi or the celly
on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
(CHORUS)
cam'ron - boy boy
Cam: What up boy, boy?
Guy: Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
Cam: What's poppin' boy, boy?
Guy: A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
Cam: 'Sup Smitty?
Guy: This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
Cam: Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
Guy: Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
Cam: Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy
[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos
Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'all die later
Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to lot, another boogie
From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA
Chorus:
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back? from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
[Verse 2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the player
Got the rock? Pass that player
I'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said "Cam'ron, please stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, relax a player
Cause all these hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are hard
And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
"Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't really know
Then take all her money; you don't feel me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
[Chorus]
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back? from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
cam'ron - ching, cha, ching
(Feat. Hell Rell)
Cam'ron:
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie
Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Verse 1
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel Gibson
[Yeah, welcome to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocks
After this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach talking
Nigga, we run New York and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move extra weight
Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
cam'ron - come home with me
(Cam'ron talking) Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
(Cam'ron)
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had espestoes
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck the DT's
Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
Money, brown bag, extortion
Caution, where there's tragedy often
Relax in a coffin
And the bitch know I'm serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
So come home wit me
Where the girls wanna come home wit me
They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
I'm the first one wit hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
AWWWWW SHUCKS!
(Juelz Santana)
Yo come home wit me
To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
That's come to me
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads
They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'
Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing
Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine
Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
Come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food
Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
Phonies off, rentings backed up
Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
Hit the streets gats up
Clap up, and get they money back up
Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
So don't get trapped in it
(Jim Jones)
Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
Leave me alone
So early I was free to just rome
Wit 7 keys to the home
11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
Fiends come coppin' the raw
Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
There's some locks on the door
Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
School, cutting it early
Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
Come on home wit me, these are the facts
Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
And shit he still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
Dip set come home wit me
Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!
Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana
cam'ron - come kill me
{skit}
Yo Weez wasup man
Yo word man, you hear them niggas man,
them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened? What happened?
Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man
T-Today, I...
Straight like that today man
We gon murder them niggas man
Assed out man
I heard they do they thing though
Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga
Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man
No doubt
{HOOK:}
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo
{Verse 1}
Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it
So, chain danglers, are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him
He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me
Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi
Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P
Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist
Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker
{HOOK:}
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six
{Verse 2}
Ayo they used to call me "Work Out"
Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out
Now murk out, before you get cursed out
Bangin they fun, same as the sun
Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft
I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?
Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money
But everything's gonna to be all right, why
Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
{HOOK}
{Verse 3}
This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? {He won't bust nothing}
Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin {He won't bust nothing}
Yo sayin that he too much frontin {He won't bust nothing}
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin {He won't bust nothing}
And his man with the ice grill frontin {He won't kill nothing}
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin {He won't kill nothing}
Talkin bout he some real somethin {He won't kill nothing}
Sayin yo I'ma kill something! {He won't kill nothing}
Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho
But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch
?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it
That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me
Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed!
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you!
{HOOK}
cam'ron - confessions
{Cam} Father
{Minister} Yes my son
{Cam} Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
{Minister} 21? That seems like a very long time for
you to miss confession my son
{Cam} Yeah, but I'm only 19
{Minister} 19?
{Cam} Yeah
{Minister} Thats interesting
{Cam} Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know
{Verse 1}
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you wanna start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry
Cause we were born to die
So fuck mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Told her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she had a nice figure
Drove a nice Vigor
And for mr to bag her
That I had to be a nice nigga
Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really wanna be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
Thats why I'm going to hell
This shit ain't going that well
Too many things I did that aren't loose
Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost
My grandfather got me mad
And I peed inside hid orange juice
And asked him if its tangy
When I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't really wanna talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called incest
{Cam} You know what I'm sayin'?
{Minister} My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
boastfully, that he will not heal.
{Verse 2}
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I love that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
He........
{Cam singing}
Hey little baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your milk
Make sure that your bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride like the Princess
But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
20 years old and dead
BMX days he played the front
I rolled the pegs
My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sold and did
But fuck it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein Black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the glory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'll be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
That cold November weekend
When I had to grab that Deacon
And put him into my dungeons of heathens
And then in tongues I was speakin
{Cam speaking in tongues}
Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Flippin through the Bible
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit
{Cam} So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
{Minister} My son, my son
{Cam} Please
{Minister} I understand that you're stressed my son, but
don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads....
cam'ron - curtis
[Verse 1]
The truck or the Lambi, Cam be stuffed in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis I'm fuckin with family
See my squad done wait right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this 'gon be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs monkeys, act hard, with a crack god, that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Curtis, it's messin with your head bad
You that mad but dag that's security with red flags?
You bangin five shootin rocks and signs my way
Fine play I keep it neutral but my family's nine,trey
Soo woo, my A-alikes, that stay to fight, from day to night
When I smack the Lighty brothers Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy ain't the President, he the C.E.O.
Zeek is the President It's evident he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zoe Pound too what up? Sak Pase?
Grab the cocoa (?) rockaway
I extended the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, you know Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with police
You ain't from Southside, you 'bout to get ya mouth wired
[Chorus]
Curtis!!! (Rewind it DJ)
Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis)
Curtis!!! (Uh! Rewind it DJ)
Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis)
[Verse 2]
Aiyyo, check the tail girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail but let's talk record sales
Juelz eight hundred, Jim fo' hundred
I copped more cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked The ROC so stop it, doc you coppertop
My niggas watch 'em ball, your dudes I watched 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryin to be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three, years
Let me be fair, I hop up off a sweet Leer
Right to Lennox ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
These are not tales, and dog we not frail
You don't club in New York you party out in Scottsdale
Huh, I can't be clowned, beef dog, hot damn we down
How you livin'? You live in Tyson's hand me down
Plus you can't be found I'll have you take ya actin' bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus so I clap a clown
[Chorus]
Curtis!!! (Rewind it DJ)
Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis)
Curtis!!! (Uh! Rewind it DJ)
Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis)
[Outro]
Aiyyo man, thanks for all the shoutouts, for my dudes
You keep shoutin 'em I love it baby them my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute
Talkin 'bout Koch a graveyard you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Aiyyo P he a sucker, get away from that dude B, you ain't got no swag with buck teeth
You know how you ain't got no swag?
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tank tops is stupid just like yo' dumb ass!!!
Them is brasiere tops, whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga!!!
Aiyyo stop callin my probation officer to, why you talkin 'bout my probation?
You tryin to get me locked up Curtis?!
Aiyyo Curtis you really tryin to get me locked up?
You said somethin about my probation on your song
Next thing I know my probation officer call me today said he need to see me
Aiyyo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail!!!!
It's crazy I gotta go report to probation, next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he mention my probation
Aiyyo let me get off this mic now cause I know how you get down, rat ass nigga!!!
That's true story that's not even a joke I'm dead serious...
[Henrique Marciano Aka Killa Black]
cam'ron - d rugs
This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear to God I hate him
If I could I would break him
When he comes around, her brain sizzles like a Steakum
Damn, can't jakes take him
She neglected me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tounge
Guess she was in ectasy
For her love
Took the best of me
O-d'd excessively
That's her boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
He's a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain't faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya'll so dumb
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain't racial
I'm your mother
I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga
In the alley
I'm your doctor
When in need
I'm your Coke
I'm your Weed
You know me
I'm your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin
I'm that monster in your dreams
For my love
You will feen.
{Cam'ron}
What the deal dun?
It's '91
Moms still strung
On this nigga d-rugs
His game's tight
Every night she tries to go pursue him
Then she screws him
But my man Un knew him
Schooled me to him
Said he got mad hoes
He used to pimp him
Said he can get you mad doe
What you mean?
He just ain't wit your mother
He's got other partners
He's a foreigner though
The cops don't like
Illegal alien
Can't even say his name on the phone
But you can get money with him
Then leave him alone
Or you'll be inside the new cuffs
Plus a news rush
Said some more about him
Then he introduced us
Took me to the block where everybody get him off
Showed me his clientele
Ever since--Hit it off
He was right
D-rugs got dumb freaks
Men and women love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.
{Cam'ron}
Now it's 98
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It's all swell
Way before a felony
But now that we together
It seems that moms in jealous
Cause he wit me now
And everyone time I g him
But when it comes to her
She even pay to see him
Eh yo, money excites me
But my niggas on the block
They got shysty
Cause I'm wit d-rugs
They don't like me
Tried to snipe me
Right before the damn feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by the cops
But for my mother
Man there's nothin but love
But that's what we get--Fuckin wit Drugs.
cam'ron - daydreaming
{Intro}
Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you {x4}
Look at my mind
Floating away
{Cam'Ron}
I know fuckin' with a crook is whack
I lied cheated still took me back
What I do, turn around, ask you to cook me crack
Boost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurts
Cause you even ask me to come through to church
What I do, act second rate
I stole ten dollars out of the collection plate
But I'm ready to change
You got my heart, plus you smart
And the sex is great
And you hate rap
I like that girl
I argue with Keisha, I aint like that girl
You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl
You be that (?) you aint have to bite that girl
And my baby got the best thighs
And my whip she aint never got to test drive
Copped here up, at five
You paid attention when no one acknowledge me
This is my public apology, Holla B
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we
We can get the drop top or come through on the bike
We could go where you want we could do what you like tonight
Hey baby lets get away lets go somewhere ah
Baby, can we (where you wanna go)
Where Italy, what Sicily, tell me girl, Disney world
{Tiffany}
He's the kind of guy that would say he baby lets get away
Lets go some place oh
Where I don't, care
He's the kind of guy that will give it everything and trust your heart
Share all of your love, till death do you part
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say
You helped me work when we was twelve and a half
You said Cam, what the fuck dog, we twelve and a half
That house cost millions, twelve and a half
But I still got them (?), twelve in the stash
You can't even get mad
Say what the hell just laugh
Standin' there beautiful like what I'm gon do with you
You wanted me to go to school and just play ball
What I do, go to school with that (?)-ball
Here come the (?), here come the (?)
Yeah I dealt that, I'm a hustla though
I can't help that
You was there when I flipped my first birds
Now we gon see my son take his first words
And um, absurd, I aint wanna be no singer ma
I just wanted eight carrots on your finger ma
Since were young, you thug me I thugged you
You hug me, I hugged you
You love me, I love you
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it
Whenever he needs it
When your lonesome and feeling love start I'll be there to feed it
Loving him a little bit more each day
Fears are at hold when I hear him say
{Chorus - repeat 2X}
Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you {14X}
Look at my mind
Floating away
You got me dreaming, (dreaming of you, yeah) day dreami
cam'ron - dead or alive
(Chorus 5x)
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
(Cam'Ron talking over the chorus)
Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like (*Mike Lightly*)
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Like it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma leave 'em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter
Bring 'em to me
(Chorus 5x)
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
(Jim Jones talking over chorus)
Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it's back to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM
(Chorus 5x)
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' clips
You better let 'em know
I got girls that'll buy my a quarter
Supply me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+
[Verse 4: Jimmy Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim'll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta'll a fly
I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or alive
Dip Set BOOM
(Chorus 5x)
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
cam'ron - death
{Biggie on "Suicidal Thoughts"}
I swear to God it feel like death is
fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand....
Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again
Hey Cam'Ron need a friend?
Aww man we meet again
Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear,
You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years
(Come on chill man, don't take me)
Don't take you why not? Cause you rhyme now?
Listen here muthafucka lie down
Yo yo chill it ain't my time now
Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze
What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS?
Aww shit come on death I ain't know that,
You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak
Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks
But I was a little cat that ain't know jack
So I know that but lets go black when they put you in the trunk of the gold
hatch
Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies
But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga
But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire
So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your
necklace
And what about when your ass drove wreckless
Wha what in the Lexus? Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM
Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him
Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head
Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead
This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion
Mom wanted abortion
Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done?
When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs?
When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun
Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911
But to mean I was petty
But now I ain't ready
Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready
Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment
She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment
Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew
Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few
Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit.
{chorus x3}
Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me.
Come on, my man
It's your time, it's your time
Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you
Well why shouldn't I take you
Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove
follow
Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant
Look don't hand me the game
Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain
Look Cam, man, shut up
But, but
What, what
Yo man that fucked up
Yeah, well tough luck
Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog
What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God
Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair
After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year
Ayo what happened to em
You know niggas on the hill sniped em
Ayo why they just ain't fight em?
See funerals I like em you see family and friends
Yeah don't forget the snitches
While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches
And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends
I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins
Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it.
Matter fact death you got to give me one second
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die.....
Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that
Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch
Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch
I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that
Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at
Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer
Ayo I see you next album with my man lung cancer
{chorus til end}
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