*featuring DJ Clue
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[Cam'Ron]
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I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
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You put my food in the dark
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and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
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Fuck I look like
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I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
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WHOOOOOOOOOOOO
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[Clue]
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we going to set this off
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[Cam]
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I'm on ya'll
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Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
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Bloodshed niggas
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lets get it right this time
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understand
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Killer
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Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's
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Like it's all good down at the hit factory
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Be on 54th, whole clique backing me
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all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery
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I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies
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And I can't act, turned down 3 movies
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So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
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And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
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My rude ass, carries 3 weapons
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And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping
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Who else in a hurry to mirk
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We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts
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imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!)
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I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
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But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
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Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter
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Tell me it's the man, can't be
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Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
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Got her damn handy
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How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy
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I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family
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Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
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Your right hand man Randy, understand me
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in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land
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Desert Calasandi
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[Chorus:]
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You know the one with the whips, THATS ME
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The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME
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The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me
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Get at me, nigga, THATS ME
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The one that be running and dodging, YOU
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The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU
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The one that's scared of some yay yo,
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always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch
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[Cam]
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I could show you some ice
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Throw you a bite
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You not that good dog, who told you you're nice
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Ay, yo your crew, switch siders
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When I come through, hey Cam
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Dick riders
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But I only mess with Navigators 528
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6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver
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Come through, stick your suppliers
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Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva
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Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth
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Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
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And I don't got beef, I don't play those games
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If I did though believe me I would say y'all names
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Go to your house, red dot scope your crib
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Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
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My crew split it was my mistake
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But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes
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I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake
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Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h
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This is for my niggas that load the pipe
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Saying I'm the best just not promoted right
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You know my life
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Drink, smoke, roll some dice
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Control the hiest
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Know I'm a patrol your schiest
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We all get schiest
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Ma, keep all your rice
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Wedding ring, HELL NO
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I like all my ice
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Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite
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Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest
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You the type talk about everything you got now
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I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl"
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My rings like a dog, all rock wild
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When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!"
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I see y'all concerned about me
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you don't got to go to school to learn about me
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[Chorus:]
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Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME
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The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME
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The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price,
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yoke that's nice, THATS ME
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The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU
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The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU
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The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven,
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you all about nothing, YOU Biatch
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[Cam]
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Told you I got us this time around niggas
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Feeling me some, HUH
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Harlem, I got us nigga
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Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones
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Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
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It's fuck us so fuck y'all
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Killa bitch
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Killa bitch
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Killa bitch
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Killa bitch
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Killa bitch
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[Clue]
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AND I..............
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That's Me
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| Cam'ron |
