Me and My Boo Lyrics

(feat. Charli Baltimore)

[Man]
A-yo Cam
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
[Man]
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
[Cam'Ron]
No I did not man
[Man]
Yo stop lying
[Cam'Ron]
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
[Man]
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
[Cam'Ron]
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
[Man]
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
[Cam'Ron]
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
[Man]
Yo, stop frontin'
[Cam'Ron]
That's like my sister, word to mother
[Man]
Yo you lying
[Cam'Ron]
Whatever man whatever
[Man]
Yeah, aight

[Girl]
A-yo Charli, what's up wit you and Cam
[Charli]
Nothin' that's my dog

Saying this together
[Girl]
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
[Charli]
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
[Girl]
Let me find out

[Cam]
A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic

[Charli]
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic

[Cam]
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet

[Charli]
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech

[Cam]
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck

[Charli]
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck

[Cam]
Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though

[Charli]
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's

[Cam]
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low

[Charli]
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo

[Cam]
A-yo you real funny

[Charli]
Yo you know how we go

[Cam]
Yeah, motherfucking peoples

[Charli]
Uh, without the egos

[Cam]
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best

[Charli]
Man I love you to death

[Chorus 1]

I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

[Charli]
Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that
She never would've spent that
On Cam'Ron I bought me my first box of tampons
Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick

[Chorus 2]

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

[Cam]
A-yo I'm sorry yo
But when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari
How you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister
She game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice
And rappin', the bitch is nice
She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference
A wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down
So cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck
Thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once
When we grew up
But then I saw her naked
And I threw up

[Chorus 1 and 2 x2]

A Pimp's a Pimp Lyrics

(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Chorus] [Jermaine Dupri]
Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl

[Cam'ron]
Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
rip'em and rock'em
but if I hit'em I pop'em
but if I lick'em I lock'em
and I ain't famous at all
Let my game tell it all
but they a pain in my balls
got to train'em like dogs
from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
Mad depressed
I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion

[Chorus x1]

Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
(Ain't no need to explain)
Why is that?
('Cause I'm from Down South)
Well I got Down South game
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
You ain't know I get cash to pimp
go ask him, my whores are fresh
Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
tell you now backdoor's the best
for the stress
we never raw in flesh
Why I'm sores aguess (?)
I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
condoms when i grab them hips
kiss and mix you wrap them lips
and if she act (smack the bitch)
if she wack (smack the bitch)
sad to see the way it had to be
Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
yo, my rhymes got a concubine
'cause I control they mind
avoid the crew
'void the groove
got more doe, than the fued
got more hoes, than the few
if I die they wouldn't know what to do
whatcha think all they do is cry?
tell you this between you and I
forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide

[Chorus x1]

And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
I leave em past leaking
Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
You whylin out, for the styinout
girls say I'm foul and doubt
but baby got to understand
that's what my style's bout

[Chorus x2]

Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp

Feels Good Lyrics

(feat. Usher)

[Cam'ron]

Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and let ya'll bug me
Cause I met a dime and the girl is lovely
And though we in love she ain't all luvy-duvy
Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me
Don't worry if my babygirl trust me
I don't do nothing for her to bust me
I would love her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty
and arms were musty
Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me
And ain't nobody hittin that--just me
If I cheat I know that she will bust me, crush me
Cause she know how many girls lust me
Back in the day they wouldn't even touch me
Now they say they don't want nobody but me
To tell the truth
Them girls just disgust me
Cause I already found the one that love me

[Chorus]
[Usher]

It's all good
Lovin somebody
As long as somebody loves you back
[x2]

[Cam'ron]

Mess with her?
I ain't have to
But player I was glad to
Brownskin dove
But her love won't pass you
Promised her a ring
Along with a shine
Never stressin my rhyme
All she wanted is time
Where she find me at
Cause I'm a grimy cat
Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at
And you know the game a nigga got, I told her yo
I don't always have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot
You don't believe me
Then pick a spot
But remember, I lick alot
Ayyo she likes to trick alot
Cause she got a bigga knot
Loves to see her nigga hot
Worries if I'm jigged or not
And her stuff--hot and divine
And the things she coppes--top of the line
Baby is hot and divine
Always poppin some wine
And then she told me
Cam, I got a rock on my mind

[Chorus x2]

[Cam'ron]

It feels good when you love em'
And they lovin you back
Go tit for tat
Never scratch your back
Matter of fact she touches and grabs
Not to lust you bad
Just to get you mad
When we alone she screams and moans
She don't front on me
Cause she don't want to be alone
Come on
Everybody needs somebody
Spanish girls screamin out
Ay Papi!
Take her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we lace her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we ski her out
[Usher]
Ski her out
[Cam]
Then we eat her out
[Usher]
Eat her out
[Cam]
Come on, where your man at?
Where's your plans at?
You ain't go away this year
Where your tan at?
Cause me and ma just came from the tropics
Wit her legs cocked
And she beggin me to stop it.

[Chorus]

We Got It Lyrics

(feat. Mase)

Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson
In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin
If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson
All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson
Now I ain't dissin chicks
But I ain't trickin shit
That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips
That's right exotic and we live it
But jus cause I got it
Don't mean you can get it
Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful
Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable
Don't care about your toes or your cuticles
First we lie then work them thighs
It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride
But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies
And tell your man chill
He don't deserve to die
Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised

[Chorus] [Mase]
Oh every beat we make, we make hot
And every watch we got, got rocks
And every car we got, we got dropped
And every glock we got, we keep cocked
To all the charts you on, we on top
And every house you own, we jus copped
And all the bank you got, we got stock
And every chick you wit, we jus hit

Check it out
Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places
Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces
Old school money, uh huh, we got access
What you get a year, we spend that on taxes
We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes
End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash
Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash
Nigga like me been a vet since the past
Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet
Video time, no props on the set
If you see a car that's my drop on the set
If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck
And if a club scene really pop to be wet
We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets
If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet
You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet

[Chorus]

Hey pretty mama come wit me
If you think your a nasty girl
Your man had you livin in a fantasy
But it's really Cam'Ron's world
Meet me at the door about a quarter to four
And bring four more girls (bring em all)
My mans outside in the parking lot
With the six chromed out in pearl
And yo, you know my style when we creepin too
Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you
Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus
God damn yo, I just missed the exit
I'm kinda tipsy, I don't want to wreck shit
And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit
Just wanna know if we can get breakfast
Then go to the telly for some sex shit

[Chorus x2]

Prophecy Lyrics

(feat. Kelly Price)

(Kelly Price)
Hmmm, hmmm
Ohhh, on and on and on

[Cam' Ron]
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Yo, why stay here when all y'all don't play fair
Wanna disrespect slit cha neck, spit the tech (Ohhh)
Yellin' out baby hit da deck and all the people
See my face on all y'all TV's
Laid out like Castellano on a war with Thoebe (Ohhhh)
To my family y'all all the greedy
Yeah my mother, I can't judge her
I love her, but trust her, she a sucka (Ohhh)
Went D-Rugs when I turned around
Ready to lock her in the liquor store and burn it down
Or at least give her a tumor to kill the rumors (Yeahhh)
How she a coke consumer, and my girl too slick
Acting goody two shoes like she don't do spit (Ohhh)
I knew it, no bluffin, no fussin or nothin
After all, I'm the one that was up in her cousin (Hmmm)
But she got a girl in her world
F a boyfriend, I don't know if I'm mad or if I should join in
Like the movie flicks (Ohhh)
And all my trickers wit hoochie slit (Ohhh)
I tell 'em you be quick
My grandmother need her rubies fixed
And some Gucci chips
She think I'm paid cause she heard me with the Fugee clique (Ohhh)
All the money she want
I tell her sue me quick
Why don't you shoot me quick
Do it tasteful and gratefully, hateful
My grateful behalf (Hmmm)
Now my girl is crying pregnant
Look it and laugh (Ohhh)
No, and I ain't seen 'em last in a year and a half
But they hand open
Prepared for the cash (Yeahhh)
Ch'all don't offend me, my ends be
Buried out in the Indies, too bad I'm stingy (On and on)

[Chorus]
[Throughout chorus]

On and on away we'll fall (On)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes, yeaahh)
On and on the pained ones say(On and on, ohhhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are(We are sooo fragile)

[Cam' Ron]
Yo
Yo, yo (Yeaah)
Yo, you got a best friend, me too, mine's in heaven
My man Blood Deedee left in '97 (Ohhh)
C'mon how that sound, yo
Put my man in the ground, yo
Cause he let a girl be his downfall
We would slide together
In a ride together (Ohhhh)
What you know about Blood, even my endeavors
How we cried together, vowed to lie together
I wish I was in the whip, we could of died together (Ohhh)
Like the charm, love is gone, I ain't bleedin
But I got blood on my arm
Cause what happen when you die
You miss one or two treats
One or two weeks
One or two beeps
One or two peeps (Ohh)
Cats like you
Miss one or two freaks
Them hoes gon' cry
For one or two weeks (Yeahhh)
My life is like a car race
No brakes, just gas
Goin real fast
Probably land in a crash (Ohhh)
Like my cousin, perhaps, for a dozen and black
Harlem buzzin the fact, prayin I wasn't the cat (Yeahhh)
But haters lovin the fact, can't stay on my toes
And I be layin in low, y'all be blazin my hoes (Ohhhh)
Yeah, I sound wet
But lounge yet
Playa lay it down bet
Y'all be tryin to J and I ain't even in the ground yet (Hmmm)
And from the first I put my heart in it
I love you Blood Deedee (I love you)
I'll see you in a minute (Ohhh)

[Chorus]
[Throughout chorus]

On and on away we'll fall (Sometimes some fall)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (And the paain)
On and on the pained ones say (Sometimes it hurts so bad, ohhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (Ohhh, onnn)

On and on away we'll fall (Ohhhhh, yeahh)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (From a child, yeahhh)
On and on the pained ones say (On and on, yeahh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (oh yeahh)

On and on away we'll fall (We go on, on and on)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes we get lonely,
sometimes we get sad, but we go on)
On and on the pained ones say (Yeahhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (We are soooo fragile, ohhhh)

Me, My Moms & Jimmy Lyrics

(feat. 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: x3 to fade]

Horse & Carriage Lyrics

(feat. Mase)

[Cam'ron]
Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial
You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs
If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)
Shut the fuck up

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

[Cam'ron]
Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs
(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And you don't know) You better toughin' up
(Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuckyou up
(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
And when he got ass I said "me too"
And when he got the drop I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all tinted out, your car's see-through
I see you

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

[Cam'ron]
Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Tell the vally "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin a party, later tonight
like Phil Collins said in "The Heat Of The Night"
'cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long)
'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
(and uh) drop six (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsy to drive
but I got my horse and carriage right outside

[Mase]
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna riiiiiiise to the top
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for eva
And we gonna riiiiiise
And we gonna riiiiiise
And we gonna riiiiiise

Glory Lyrics


[Cam'ron]
I'm here now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm here now!
They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done fucked up lettin me in Un
They done did it to themselves man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans
To G 'em
Wit land in Korea
Take the leer jet flight
When?
Thursday night
Overseas
Y'all fuck up it's worth your life
Huh, you niggaz heard me right
Uggh, for that persian white
I go to church of christ
Search a life
First to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To make em frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm saved
My shit cost some cake
You think you can afford a date
But yo your men should know
That my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end your show
When I say no
What don't you understand the N or O
Like that nigga Jigga said
Yo, you either friend or foe
So respect my wish
I'm a perfectionist
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this, Exodus
Blow over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga
Or my other nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get across
To make it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you live in the burbs'
Your business is on the holidays

[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Now where my up north niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my west side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron niggas at
Wha What!

[Cam'ron]
Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't wanna rhyme
I just need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll feel about me
Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
Cause when I rhyme
Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
Then pull they skully down
And put their ice grill on
Like they don't trust a nigga
And walk around the club
Like they bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga
No need to boast
Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga
You got to love a nigga
The way I rhyme what
Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up
Next day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll niggas' time up
No mean to trouble you
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yours
Not to nag her, wonder if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her like a quarterback
On her back
On the mat
Found out that you wanna act
We ran through her
You want her back?
Come on wit that
You kiss a hoe
But when the bitch leaves
You fuck around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the world
See I met Puff and I know Mason
But still the best nation
Nigga is donation
So let me hold somethin
Yo, you can't change my livin
This robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin'
Cause you a turkey
Talkin bout you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three hummers
For the same three summers
And my dice game loves me
and stays on the same three numbers

[Chorus]

My Hood Lyrics


[Cam'ron] [intro]
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...

[verse one]
Where i'm from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya

[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

yo yo yo
[verse two]
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin
Look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em
Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no
Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say
"Ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this

[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

yo yo yo...
[verse three]
Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i don't run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop
One of the have-nots to brick money
Then i came thru in the six yummy
Ya whole click sick tummy
But be carefull, out in this game
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed

[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
[x2]

[outro]
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood
Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside
My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough
Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali
Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!

Where I'm From Lyrics

(feat. Dutch & Spade)

[Dutch:]
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about

[Spade:]
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can't kiss me
Go 'head with the mo' at the bar
You better Cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin' swiftly
Duckin' fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky
Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherfucker

[Cam'Ron:]
Yo, Yo,
Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft ?
Come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nigga paid out
suede couch
I'm into hooded things
Bitch butt be way out
These cats be Hecliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms
In front of bam bam
Hanna Barbara lover
Collar big
Cotton candy blue gators polishment
Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
We pour it on 'em
Meet a snitch throw wall off on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecks
Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but I double check
Bubble lex
Ain't too much more I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse
Clear it out
L's with my liquor
Sounds sew a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ
Nigga pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my moola I'm conscientious
Tell Medi she buy me benzes
Pour favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on nigga time to ball
Hung 45th and Lennox
3 piece suit bean pies the final call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y'all
We 8 digets you play frigate
Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y'all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes and
Streets buzzing V dozen
Bitches calling me husband
Saying we fuck when we wasn't
Lying on her coochie
I'm dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doopey
But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work
Plate of a kind
If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9
Don't waste up my time
You racing for shine
Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bear facts ? buck fifty
Air Max buck fifty
Only New York nigga to fuck with me
On her period blood sticky
Same night flood missy
Play Toronto like Doug Christy
Fuck Christy
Louie the 13
Slugs with me
Gimme head
Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head
But my day is Friday
Toast for my bread
Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head