Cam'Ron - Humphrey lyrics

rate me

Feat. A-Trak

They said I’m bout it cus I wanna fight B-Hop

I said I’ll fuck him up after 2 months in detox

So, besides that, 8 mill from Reebook

I take him to the ball park, that’s 33 shots

You son of me? I need not

He must love another young nigga killer that hustled in his weed spot

When he had the black Lac, ran up to the tree tops

Somebody talk about him then they went and got a speed nah

Sex is when me and her sorta ran the G spot

All the niggas left her and we came here with dream tops

Listen here, so you got my vision clear

Never for a pro, but I made niggas disappear

Niggas know not to fuck with me

And my record is sucka free

This money I been makin’ it work

So A-Trak let’s take ‘em to church

They don’t hear me though

Know what I’m sayin?

I’ll fight my way to the top of the food chain than be a vegetarian

I get my own

Bank is a place to allow yo money if you prove yo own

I don’t need it, know what I mean

My parents got high, no lie

It’s no shame

A product of dust, lust & cocaine

Still cool with some niggas though that sniff cane

That grow weed that grow hair like Rogaine

Heartless to the core, feel no pain

That’s models, hood rats, o flames

This nigga say his fame is no name

Street fighter, I throw flames

On the strip, no strippers

But she suckin the tip, I might tip er

Understood? In my hood that’s the way we go

We can’t comprehend or understand the ratio

For my baby-o, hopped, the money from the

The 3-80 blow, up up away we go

No cash to help out yo lady-o

And look out for baby bro(damn)

Should I rob a bank? told me something, yes gold maybe no

What I’ll do next? Get crack head felatio

They thought I was slow like radio

Couple years later though they heard me on the radio

Wo, bro! Kill'em!

A-Trak

Know what I'm sayin'?

Real life shit

What you gonna do Dae?

Go get that money!

Set that up, man!