[Cam'ron] (Spoken)
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Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.
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you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer
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[JR Writer] (CHORUS)
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To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers
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block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
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Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw
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Clap....... thats the bird-call
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If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin
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Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
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Put away that herb raw, let us know the word whore
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Clap........thats the bird-call
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[JR Writer]
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i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
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so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
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but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead lips
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they dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret
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act wrong, chrome, passin me dome
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next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
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but i always keep a straggler, thats known to bone
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and run through a lap, faster than marion jones
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man listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
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corner to the damn kitchen
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gained a couple fans having made the transition
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but im still in the hood like a transmission
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no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty
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i got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
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but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
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shit this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me
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(CHORUS)
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[Lil' Wayne]
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SpokenYeah, I'm ready now)
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Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
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Niggas gotta pay off
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Snitches know to see yall
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If chickens on the radar, IĄŻm at it
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Cuz I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off
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Scrape off the plates
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Shake off the flakes
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Dad daddy make all the kit kat
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I gotta lay off the way yaĄŻll hate me like IĄŻm adolf,
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But yaĄŻll cant see me, Ray Charles
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I steal whores
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IĄŻll probably take yours
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because you peel off and I take off
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Give me no space whatever I want I takes,
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whatever I need I bleed and see
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Bitch nigga donĄŻt breathe on the weed
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IĄŻm fucking with them birds
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without feeding them seeds thatĄŻs creed you donĄŻt know about it,
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full clip how I go about it, full body,
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hard body, IĄŻm like yaĄŻll got it yet
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(CHORUS)
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[Cam'Ron]
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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you funny nigga.)
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Damn, Homie
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In high school you was the man homie
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thats what a fan told me shiiiit
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same old cat, get his Kangol clapped
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brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
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shame on black, the game's so whack
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dame sunk some children
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from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
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bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyy
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getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
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tell em back up off me, i come down clappin forty
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pow thats a badder story, not in my category
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mess around, dame held def jam down
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supporting my back, jackin and they left their pounds
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red-neck found, tech tech pound
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duck duck goose, pump pump shoot,
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shoot lets get down
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it may seem petty,
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but we all turn mean deadly
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for green-fetti,
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my whole team ready
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(CHORUS)
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[JR Writer]
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this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
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flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack
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when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap
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but start with he deals, your pa be on chill
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the car is DeVille, is real ill
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heart in the grill its far in my mills
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Cruise the city with the semi or the celly
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on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
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(CHORUS)
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Bird Call .J.R. Writer feat. Cam'ron and Lil' Wayne-
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| Lil' Wayne |
