Cam'Ron - Lord You Know

rate me


Okay, Dipset, Lets do it y'all

[Hook: Jahiem]

Now lord you know... just how hard i try,

to live my life, and get it rights

trying to see some light, or even better..

way over way a new day, someday

yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow

it gets better I know, Tell you, I know


With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Percuset, Demorel, capsules of paxil

cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

bitches might burn you, they runnin' with that clap too

but the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated

who had it confiscated, hate it

when they take powder, up-state he take showers

baby mom on greyhound for eight hours

see her man face to face through a glass

on the phone, ten years he got chasin' that cash

and he had the game in a smash

fell like the towers when the planes went on crash

it wasn't 9/11, but it was 9-1-1

gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun

i told him get his nine and run

turned himself in i had to find that dumb, that's too long.

[Hook: Jaheim]


Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said I can't breeze through

The fourty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you

Me who? please boo, landin' in that G2

Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ

That's me, true. peach blue, hebrew

Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fee stoop, steep whoo

But it might lead to, that R2-D2, the mobsters creep through

We da new PE, shittin PU

To da hood y'all don't need me, I need you

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Always a snitch in the game, what you want, prison or fame?

Neither one dun, long as my digits are sane

He lookin' frigid, dig it make sure them digits get changed (why?)

Cause I can't be in hell's cell, shout out to Mell' Mel

Cash and hell rell, Zeke doin' three, he even fell, hell

He comin home a '07 and 12 cells (I got em')

Cause you musta known, i can't trust the phones

For the dough you'll be like d'oh, stuck at home

(Hook: Jaheim)


Nowadays dog they raid up in the ballparks

Blaze 'em when they cross sharks

We raiders of da lost ark

I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs

They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box

More props, R.I.P. my poor pops

Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops

My antennas will block the scanners (what else?)

I got blammaz you'll drop ya hammers

Lawyers to watch lawyers, Cameras to watch cameras

Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch grandma

In pajamas I snuck out to watch santa

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

[Hook til ending]

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