*featuring Kanye West, Syleena Johnson
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[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
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Uh Killa
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Baby
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Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
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Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
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Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
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(Killa, Ye, come on)
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[Cam'Ron]
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Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
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The nerve I never hated
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On murders we meditated
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Absurd I hesitated
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Observe cock and spray
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Hit you from a block away
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Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
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Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
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Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
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She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
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She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
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I got brought up with crooking
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Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
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But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
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It gets boring just looking
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I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
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Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
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Interior inferior star-spangled banner
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Car game bananas
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Ma man and Tana
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Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
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He's back
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[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]
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They trying to say he (down, down)
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I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
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But our flow's the truest (oh)
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The game's in a nuisance (no no)
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Our girls is the models (oh)
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They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
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Yeah they say he (down, down)
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Yeah they say he (down and out)
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Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
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Money back on my mind (no no)
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Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
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The world is mine (ooooh)
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[Cam'Ron]
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I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
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Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
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Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
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You got pets me too mines are dead
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Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
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Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
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I get approached by animal activists
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I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
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All my niggaz get together to gather loot
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Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
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I go to war old timbs batted boots
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Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
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Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
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It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
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You don't know bout the cases I get
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Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
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Ow
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[Hook]
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[Cam'Ron]
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Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
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My bitches pure thick
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Play razor tag slice ya face bury
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It's I who come by drive thru
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Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
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Look at mami eyes blue five two
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I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
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Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
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You a stewardess good ma I fly too
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Now a nigga got baking to bey
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Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
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Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
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Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
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Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
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I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
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For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
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I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
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Uh Killa
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[Hook]
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[Cam'Ron talking]
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Mine
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Killa you already know Harlem
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Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
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Chicago of course
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Westside holla at me
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Southside wild honeys
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You know what it is Ohio
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Columbus holla at ya boy
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You know what else I do
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Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
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Down And Out
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| Cam'ron |
