| How y'all doin' out there? | |
| I wanna welcome y'all back | |
| Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa | |
| We did it again, y'all don't f**k wit us | |
| Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? | |
| Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? | |
| Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house | |
| Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay | |
| This bitch blowing up my motherf**kin phone right now | |
| Man, f**k' hold up, hol', yo man | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| Yo son | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| What's good? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| I gotta tell you like my dog told me | |
| When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Slap her? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Off the bat? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| Off the bat, just backhand her | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Why's that, though? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| 'Cause later on down the line | |
| You ain't never gotsta to worry about | |
| That chick telling you -- | |
| "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| [Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga | |
| But see the thing is with me | |
| I don't understand how a bitch can go out | |
| Rain, sleet, snow, f**k, suck whoever | |
| And then go give another nigga her f**king money | |
| Knawmean? | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| Nah Cam, you gotta understand | |
| That's cause ya game is tight | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga | |
| I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? | |
| We getting ready set this shit the f**k off | |
| Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... | |
| [Verse] | |
| Yo, yo, I advise you to step son | |
| For I f**k ya moms, make you my step son | |
| Y'all be calling me daddy, cause | |
| The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say | |
| Y'all f**k around with brother "Num-say" | |
| Y'all gonna see doomsday | |
| I'm a savage but colder | |
| Now I rock karrots that I'm older | |
| See this parrot on my shoulder? | |
| He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words | |
| Act up, and be returned to the birds | |
| I return with them birds, any 28 grams | |
| A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds | |
| I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms | |
| Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn | |
| Using a dope then I'm gone back | |
| Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas | |
| Cops come for dope it's a damper | |
| I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana | |
| Rush the crib, go in the hampter | |
| Don't follow me, "Stan-a" | |
| If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer | |
| That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart | |
| I ain't finished, that's just the start | |
| You'll be calling for back up, praying for help | |
| F**k my life, I'm taking myself | |
| All the achin' I felt | |
| In my crib at night, praying for wealth | |
| Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?" | |
| Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' | |
| [Kay Slay] | |
| Yo Cam, f**k all this rap shit, man | |
| Let's get down to business, Harlem |
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