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[Cam'ron] Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky Aight Santana man...let's do this Killa, let's do it man, killa [Cam'ron] Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak [Juelz Santana] Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling' I believe in black soldiers, black covers Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over Fucka [Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)] You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich [Juelz Santana] Now how you losers want it (Tell me) We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin' Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing Plus big truckin too it's nothing [Cam'ron] I lick a shot so he know I meant it His soldiers dented, so is his rented Supreme soloist and still co-defendant And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid You see the furs and pendants, Aus Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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