Cam'Ron

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Been had to get forget, lived in the sickest pad

Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab

School of the hard knocks, I on the vicious ave

Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass

Ask me who you loving, Cam, you been bugging

Must have lost your mind, you fought Lucien's cousin

And St. Mark's, yeah, big LE watch

My nigga red squashed it, forget that topic

40th, down the block danger zone

Up the ave forty wall, hope y'all niggas bring you chrome

What you saying homes? Cops, they raiding homes

Activator juice, yes, to spray your dome

From a tiny dude, developed grimey dude

Stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food

I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude

Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q

Plus its savage, cop car crash your door

Further more heard the boy 'em at the sack amore

Boy yes, overseas, more sex

4 jets, corvettes and I ain't done a tour yet

'Cause I'm moving bricks, yes, they serve in fours

Signing off dipset boss, truly yours

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all

We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it

We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all

We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it

We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it

My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest

Feel it in the air, yeah, Siegel said it best

It's a legal mess, needles need to death

Blame the government until then I need to chef

Turn right, lead left, street games scrams

Call the cops, oc, like we need a ref

You can't cheat a chef, I can see your chest

No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breaths

He need a rest, how he gon' be the best?

Like I guess a couple slugs he need to catch

See the sketch, you lassie

The gun is Frisbee proceed to fetch

Side up the hoopty, spray up the Sentra

Be sixty years before I'm layed up in benter

Sprayed up her denture, your girl

Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental

Some days in December, some days I remember

A boy, Sugar Ray wanna play the contender

Just say I got a temper

And my temperature is off the thermometer

Korean New Year to Hanukah, I'm bombing ya

Put you to sleep for good pajama, ya

Wrangle you in ya He-Man pajamas

Wrap you up in your Pac Man sheets

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all

We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it

We gon' get it, get it, money we gon' get it, get it

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' make it y'all

We gon' make it, make it, we gon' take it y'all

We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it

We gon' get it, get it, we gon' get it, get it

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