[Cam'ron: Intro]
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Wish I could
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Gotta leave the hood eventually right?
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I don't know
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[Cam'ron: Verse 1]
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Uh, leave the hood I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
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Where Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits (you know I gotta nine)
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Mother still gettin' high, she so damn gifted (I don't know whats wrong)
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Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it (nope)
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We can't kick it my man, dig it I van wyck it (wyck it)
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Wiggle wiggle the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (thats what I thought)
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But it backfired (fired) air in the back tires (tires)
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Get ready for crack buyers, wrap liars in trap wires
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Thinkin' i'm aunry, be thinkin' i'm raunchy (raunchy)
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Watch Menace II Society (shshh) think about Chauncy (think about that)
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The snitch factor, now its a big factor (shits a bitch)
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Shits a bitch, watch your shift who you pitch after
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Get data, Michelle home from school her man Rich slapped her
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Kish kashed her, shot in the air yeah kids static (this on my block)
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Cause she joined the fraternity, the bitch capper
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He aint like it, kidnapped her, in the hood pitch cracker
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Now rich not, she coulda met a rich cracker (yup)
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She down high, word to Mickey D's they big mac'd her (mac'd her)
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Bill train to fight us (fight us) Titus he gained arthritis (shit)
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Cops they train to bite us (bite us) with Kalina can't indict us (nope)
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He beat them cases up like Mike tyson 86 (young Mike)
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Thats why it's like I got a license for these eighty bricks (like Sigel)
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Crib tried to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit
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60K to Robby K, them cases never made em' stick
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[Cam'ron: Verse 2]
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I could promise this, you dealing with a communist (YES)
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That'll pull the trigger on any nigga and bomb a bitch (what is it)
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My accomplices, they remain anonymous
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And they gon' stay there I swear, i'm what honest is
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Honestly you thought I quit like Tomjanovich (thought I quit)
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Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan, honer it (you won't eat)
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You won't eat, i'm unloading a lobster and pasta
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Y'all imposters imposing my posture I got ya'
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Mobsters with choppas enough, date em'
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Chicks duct tape em', turn em' over butt rape em'!
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Grams cut shave em', damn hand cut shaving (shit)
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But bust on the hushes like a lust rush craving (whats that)
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Thats the hustle, i'm old school u must page em'
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Whatever love hate em', won't do, touch play em'
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degrade em', talk slick, nigga you'll all sit
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Lay you in dawg shit, look over you hawk-spit!
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Beef on Bobby block, right where his homies walk (word?)
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Homie we made bodies drop (let em' know) skate like Tony Hawk (this skatin')
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Over short paper, player old for very long (it's the principle)
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4th of July, M80's, Cherry bombs (whats that)
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Did disguise the slugs, sent his friends (his peoples)
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For them ends they had em' like the Benz, his eyes were bugged (shshh)
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Watch the Don poke you, but for 45 hundred I will John Doe you
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Your moms won't know you, Killa!
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Leave You Alone
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Cam'ron |