Cam'Ron - Halftime Show lyrics

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[Intro] Killa, Dipset Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0}) I got to be the best livin' man (you already know) Holla at me [Verse 1] Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy" Yesiree, got the recipe Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads Get a knee pads, penalty, face mask I face grab the don enter the donzinna The don of don play the dug-out like donzimma I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn" Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard So I stack from the gamblin' Drop cash in the phantom Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem Drive the seven series, to the World Series I'm so serious I want the whole world [Chorus] 2x Man I got to be the best livin' That's a givin', check my stats This the halftime show, what could mess wit that Killa Cam' Killa Cam' What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam' [Verse 2] Man you know how I line my backs With they diamond crack They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman In Minnesota my Vikings sell vikitins I got clients connects, my alliance respect I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills But I still cop keys, fuck with those grills Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good Fuck Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde [Chorus] 2x Man I got to be the best livin' That's a givin', check my stats This the halftime show, what could mess wit that Killa Cam' Killa Cam' What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'