Cam'Ron - Intro lyrics

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How y'all doin' out there?

I wanna welcome y'all back

Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa

We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us

Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?

Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?

Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house

Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO


El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay

This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now

Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Yo son


What's good?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

I gotta tell you like my dog told me

When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her


Slap her?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her


Off the bat?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Off the bat, just backhand her


Why's that, though?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

'Cause later on down the line

You ain't never gotsta to worry about

That chick telling you --

"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"


<i>[Laughing]</i> That's what I'm sayin' nigga

But see the thing is with me

I don't understand how a bitch can go out

Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever

And then go give another nigga her fucking money


<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Nah Cam, you gotta understand

That's cause ya game is tight


Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga

I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?

We getting ready set this shit the fuck off

Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...


Yo, yo, I advise you to step son

For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son

Y'all be calling me daddy, cause

The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say

Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"

Y'all gonna see doomsday

I'm a savage but colder

Now I rock karrots that I'm older

See this parrot on my shoulder?

He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words

Act up, and be returned to the birds

I return with them birds, any 28 grams

A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds

I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms

Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn

Using a dope then I'm gone back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas

Cops come for dope it's a damper

I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana

Rush the crib, go in the hampter

Don't follow me, "Stan-a"

If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer

That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart

I ain't finished, that's just the start

You'll be calling for back up, praying for help

Fuck my life, I'm taking myself

All the achin' I felt

In my crib at night, praying for wealth

Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"

Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man

Let's get down to business, Harlem

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