Cam'Ron - Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2 lyrics

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[Intro] BITCH! Uh! Killa! Uh! Dipset Bitch! The Union(Uh huh!) Harlem! Killa! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Part 2! [Verse 1] I be like Move........Get out the way Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play(man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray(Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps(pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one Now I know alotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done dee I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+ No rubber sold, hardwood bastard Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+ Killa! Uh! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda The dudes with the Qs be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie shotta! But it's really rude boys and rosters When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky (DICE!!!) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em [Bridge] Killa! Talkin' Tough?(Yo!), Smokin' Dust(Whoa!) Fuck with us?(No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly(Yo!), I wonder why(Whoa!) Fuck with us?(No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust [Verse 2] Killa! Yo uh.. (Leave me alone....I just like to live my life) I spend days on kawasakis Nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski I style on New York, power my fort Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say Feed Me Seymour I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor(Billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours(Pfft!) Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4 You GS3? I'm GS4 You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe Killa! Dipset Bitch! [Bridge]

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