Feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell
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(Verse: Cam'ron)
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Yo, I had a dream high 6, said killah
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Yo, killah, you put the real in rap
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And a star, man a star, he be stealin' that
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And those niggas uptown, we gon' be feelin' that
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But with that deepshit shit, you gon' be feelin' that
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Fuck the schools, jumped in and pushed the ceiling back
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And if it tires like the orange, I was peelin' that
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Pardon my absence, I was spendin' too much time
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In the Aspens, killin' 'em off with ass spray
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I ain't talkin' snoops when I say skeet up
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And this movie money got me with my feet up
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Percentage do come in, I should name it the re-up
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We up, TV-e, no-one can defeat me
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Shawn, that nigga money made
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The weather don't matter, I fly to a sunny day
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I backed out fact, man, who wanna come and play?
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You ain't got to run away, british, go put the gun yo waist
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(Verse: Jim Jones)
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I'm gone, I smoke spliff, sold my lungs
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Just lookin' in the fons with more clicks than saloons
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Cool shit, wasteline, full clip them off
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Finish with the judges, with tha' bullshit they on
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We started gifts with a train, dealt with part of the team
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In 98' killa went platinum, then broke jaws for the team
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Them big stupid old mansions, ain't nuttin' change but the mansions
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I'm still in the cut with a bad bitch lettin' that champagne spill while I'm dancing
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The all by just text me, said the Lord's always gon' bless me
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I pray you, I got the gun on me, if a nigga eva try to scratch me
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I still kill for killas, make one call for my dealer
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In a hall of war, in the summertime we still do four wheelers
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Rich proter, brick orders one nigga won six quarters
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Still fuck on that white girl but I'm gettin' money with that bitch daughter (hey, molly)
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Brenda had a baby, when I had Mercedes
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I'm a serial killa, just might stab yo lady
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(Verse: Hell Rell)
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Cam certified me on day one, I shot a nigga on day two
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Bought a Benz on day three, see why these niggas hatin' me?
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I'm mr. Rooga, I'm still as the shooter, baby
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We both got a Mac, but he's a computer
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Got yo shit in the stupor, put yo bitch in the rooba
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She came back with a ten, I sent her back to her man
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He lookin' for me in the club, I'm in the back bustin' champ'
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30 wracks in my hair, clap you and yo man
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Bitch, spread the word, go tell 'em we dippin' again
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Shout out to Plugs, no name, but he settlin' in
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Ride around, drop Rarri, colors cinnamon temps
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Shootah got Glock, nigga sneeze and the nigga abyss
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Every time I pull up I look like a brick-a cooker
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Yo BM in my DM talkin' bout when we gon' hook up
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Somebody slipped her a pill, she on the bad back
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Straight shotta, killa hunt niggas like a Mad Max
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Yeah!
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C.F.W.U.
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| Cam'ron |
