*featuring Kenny Greene
|
|
Take your time young man
|
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
|
Mama used to say take it in your stride
|
Uh, uh Killa Cam
|
Mama used to say live your life
|
Federica
|
Live your life
|
|
Ey yo Cam, this rap shit
|
How you know I love games
|
It's like I got a habit
|
Gotta keep the drug game
|
Why
|
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing
|
Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel the same
|
Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me
|
But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me
|
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me
|
Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery
|
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black
|
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that
|
When yall got knocked, yall was dying in jail
|
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail
|
Acting like criminals, yall some fake generals
|
What you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah)
|
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
|
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates
|
And the tubes of Colgate
|
Two and four states, yeah I can verify
|
Man a nigga never lie
|
Go head wit your killer schemes
|
Nah we gotta iller dreams
|
Land in the Philippines I got about four mil a piece
|
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team
|
And they keep frontin
|
Are they gonna jump me too
|
I wish they would
|
Jump me please jump me too
|
That's what I'm sayin with y'all
|
Monkey see monkey do
|
Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity
|
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family
|
|
[CHORUS]
|
Mama used to say take your time young man
|
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
|
Mama used to say take it in your stride
|
Mama used to say live your life, live your life
|
|
Now when it's time to chill out
|
I might pull the silks out
|
But I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed out
|
I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out
|
Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about
|
Well what you want baby, a description of me
|
I'm frontin with the ladies having you picture me
|
Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my fam
|
And the long sliky hair with the bow legged stands
|
You in my V in the rear, on the low from your man
|
Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin your hand
|
Do you know how to scuba
|
I got a house in Aruba
|
But you keep it on low cause my spouse got a Ruger
|
Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor
|
Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters
|
|
Get out my house cause I will shoota
|
Federica I will step to her
|
Senorita know how I maneuver
|
Mamasita sip margarita
|
Messin with Cam you get punched in your mouth
|
Only key you ever had was the one to your house
|
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones
|
You think Cam's nice he's a son of a gun
|
Cause I have heaters before them sneakers
|
When Run had Adidas and reefer was cheeba
|
Although I'm an entity
|
All those crooked crooks down town remember me
|
Second home one hundred tenth street
|
|
Yo Cam you violent
|
You remind me of your daddy
|
Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads
|
Ooow mom stop
|
Why you hittin me, stop
|
|
[CHORUS: 3X to fade]
|
|
-----------------
|
Me, My Moms & Jimmy
|
| Cam'ron |
