Cam'Ron - Motivation lyrics
rate meYo, o 12 bang coop what a feeling you'll
It’s a baby one button will make your ceiling crawl
Wave bye as it goes in back of a Back seat
Now say hi to the back packers who pack heat
The crack trappers and gat clappers from back streets
Them backstabber and trash rappers on whack beats
The rap stackers, that stack stacks like athletes
The gun runners that run around like track meet
We sophisticated and educated, but run around like coke fiends, they never made it, But never hesitate it, bombs get detonated your moms be levitated
Her arms get separated welcome to Harlem on Lenox Will leave you devastated
His bowels betrayed him, in his pants he defecated
And we practices all our marks skills, Mark Jacob, Mark Cars, Mark Bills
What’s in my pocket baby that motivation, ben frank, F 5th you know the station
That motivation, that motivation, that motivation
Now let me hear you
When I’m into drug deals and horse races
Indictment payed lawyer, court cases
Smoking aces with hit man and Las vegas
You married to the money, here go get divorce papers
Can’t compare me to them, no equal boo
Get you a deal, you about to turn 32
I move on the movie for that ruger evil true
Killer season 4 mil imagine what the sequel do
Thats decimal after decimal
Theaters Netflix, film festival, Rikers island man i ran around terrible
The shank ate him how we talking when he edible
One word for him, incredible my whole bid homie lived up in medical
What’s in my pocket baby that motivation, ben frank, F 5th you know the station
That motivation, that motivation, that motivation
Now let me hear you
What’s in my pocket baby that motivation, ben frank, F 5th you know the station
That motivation, that motivation, that motivation
Now let me hear you
I lived across the street from Big L
Upstairs from, Big Level a few blocks from 8 keys huh? i know my nigger well
I miss 6 and 10 I’m pissed again say his name wrong and get mummy rapped like that man from michelin
Y’all got the answer cam, saran the grams
Y’all fish market, 2 5th Amsterdam
I ain’t talking about grandpa's they go wild yo
They counting down for the day my nigger Javowel home
Shout to xball players that carry wild chrome that will leave a nigger flat line, dial tone, dial tone
What’s in my pocket baby that motivation, ben frank,
F 5th you know the station
That motivation, that motivation, that motivation
Now let me hear you
What’s in my pocket baby that motivation, ben frank, F 5th you know the station
That motivation, that motivation, that motivation
Now let me hear you
Thanks to dipsetdano@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics
