Memphis Bleek]
Yeah...yeah, nigga...
Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!

My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)
But I'm-a do it for my enemies
They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be
Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real...dog...no joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click

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]

[Ludacris]
Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
What means the world to me?  Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
What means the world to me?  Smokin hash, slappin ass
What means the world to me?  Breakin laws, racin cars
What means the world to me?  Makin bail, A-T-L

[Cam'Ron]
Uhh, uhh
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
Stop comin to my crib with your period
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
but do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
Listen you would too, if you knew
what this game would do to you

[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 de

 Where I'm From


[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

Why Don't We Fall In Love (Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Yo this is the Roc-a-Fella remix
Killa Cam man you what it is, Dipset

[Verse 1: Amerie] (Cam'Ron)
So many things I'm goin through (What you goin through?)
So much that I wanna do (What?)
It's startin to become so clear to me (Uh huh)
Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed (Right)
So many days I've thought of you, It's about time you knew the truth
(Holla then) Got to act quickly you and I (Uh huh)
And fall in love so many reasons why

[Chorus: Amerie] (Cam'Ron)
Why don't we (So why don't we) don't we
Why don't we, why don't we, why don't we fall in love
(Slow down ma) Why don't we fall in love
(I got to get to know you first you know) It's so many reason
(It's alot of reasons) It's the only thing that matters to me
Why don't we fall in love (Holla at me though!)

[Verse 2: Amerie] (Cam'Ron)
It takes such a load off to let you know
That your the only one I never want to go
Things I never did now I want to do (That's sweet)
A love I never felt now I feel for you (How cute)
Why dont I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride
(You know what you gettin into right?)
Everything you do I wanna feel again, ain't no use for us to pretend (Ok)

[Chorus: Amerie] (Cam'Ron)
Why don't we, don't we, why don't we (You asked for it) Why don't we
Why don't we fall in love (You know what you dealin with right?)
We, we can't we fall
Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah, yeah)
Why don't we fall in love
Oh! Fall in love......Yeah
Come with me, tomorrow we're guaranteed, love, baby let's be
Baby, let's be
Why don't we, why don't we, why don't we fall in love
(Killa, Uh, Holla, Uh, Uh)
Why don't we, why don't we (Oh!) why don't we fall in love
(Fall in love, I don't even know you, what's your name?)

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron] (Amerie)
Fall in love why cause you see the Florida plates?
Explorin the states, seven forty five a quarter to eight
Nah, not that Accord to the race
Enough malt liquor I'm cordial with grapes
You still get slaughtered and raped, camcorded and taped
Come uptown see the dogs and the apes
All the nasty little heffers with sores on they face
We keep the base in the Ford's and the safe
But everything will pour into place, forget your tour and your dates
Hit Greyhound with raw on your waist
Now your seemin leary, but your jeans are theory
Sweatsuit juciy ma your mean ya hear me
Wanna fall in love, well install the plug
Dope, I sold all them drugs
Hollows, cop killers, seen all those slugs
East, west, south, seen all those thugs
(Why don't we why don't we)
Just slow down a bit, hit the town and split
And dealin with Killa that mean you dealin with killers
My hooks are bananas the team is gorillas, holla!

[Outro: Cam'Ron]
Dipset, Killa Cam, Amerie, Taliban, R-O-C, get your boy man

What Means the World to You (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Ludacris, Trina, U.G.K.)

[Ludacris]
Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass
What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars
What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L

[Cam'Ron]
Uhh, uhh
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
Stop comin to my crib with your period
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
but do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
Listen you would too, if you knew
what this game would do to you
Been in this shit, two years Boo
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you know who (who?)
But I got max gats
Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww)

[Ludacris]
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
Ludacris and a couple a girls
You find a brotha runnin up in the girls
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls
Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls
I get late - think I'm up with the girls?
Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party
Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body
What means the world to me?
A little head preferably, so I express this verbally
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me
I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high
And it really mean the world to me
if I live my life, stay black and die

[??]
Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo
What mean the world to me?
Gettin money fuckin girls for free
On the corner hustlin from twelve to three
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh
Bottle up, it'll sell for three
Two for five, sound well to me
My coke so good have them fiends outside
on line from twelve to three (uh-huh)
And everything'll stop in the winter
when I cop in the winter
Come to your block in a drop in the winter
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh
Post on your block with the glock (?? ??)

[chorus]
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)
(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!)

[Pimp C]
Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp?
My paper, steak and shrimp
My bitches on the track
For they daddy, bringin it back
Pussy is still the best thing going
I got a hoe like Jesse Owens
I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin
Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n
Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh
Platinum with the twenty inches
Instrument to get the bitches
Comin down, prancin 'round
Gettin my dick sucked in every town
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
Rippin wood, in the Brougham
Bitch I got some game to sell
and only money make my dick swell
Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones

[Bun B]
Man, now what mean the world to me?
Well, to me man, the world is mean
Cause a - mean world is the only world
that a mean man like me just care for seein
Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak
The average Bun B Texas loc'
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
Bless the scene, look for the dyke
I get a letter and know that we better
Hit the hotel, do what I like
What's that? Find a fresh one take it in
Strip it, flip it, break it in
My pimp game is rock solid
There's no way for you to bring fakin in
Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy
Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts
And when they go off they make a lotta noise
And I can't think of no prouder joys
than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh

[Trina]
I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter
Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer
With the diamond bangles
like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle
And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation
And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin
When it comes to the figures
I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz
With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion
the Bentley and the keys to the boat
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat
I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle

[chorus]
[Cam] What means the world to me?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Pimp] What mean the world to Pimp?
[Trina] Marble floors, platinum beds
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Trina] Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)

Welcome To New York Lyrics


[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up

[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!

[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rugged game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?

[Cam'ron]
Ya damn right

[Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa

[Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one

[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me
Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug,
You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won't stop til I get back blood
Holla at em Hov

[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

[Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]
Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man
It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dicks
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere

Welcome to New York City!

United States Of Woteva Lyrics


I went down to the beach and saw Kiki
She was, like, all "enhhhh"
And I was, like, "whatever!"

Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like,
"Hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

So later I'm at the pool hall
And this girl comes up
And she's, like, "awww"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Cuz this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!

And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and is, like,
"Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

And then up comes Zaflo
I'm, like, "yo, Zaflo. What's up?"
He's, like, "nothin'"
And I'm, like, "that's cool."

Cuz this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!

Pull It Lyrics


[Featuring DMX]
(dogs Barking)
(Cam) Uh let me tell you sumthin'
Act ya age and I ain't even matta fact listen to me
Let me tell you sumthin
Verse 1 (Camron)
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
Don't make me come at ya'll/Ya'll don't wanna brawl/Make me run at
ya'll
gun at ya'll / take it all run it all / actually theres a front it
all/
lemme talk to ya'll/ done it all/ya'll ain't even begun ta
ball/winter
spring, summer, fall,/tha cream still stackin if tha fiends still
crackin/you the same one cryin', for that Billy Jean jacket/black
fever,/ pussy ass, don't smoke no pot neither/
mommy take care of ya high fever/neighborhood watch leader/
close the drapes up,/ make the tape duct/tape ya face up,/ I fuck wit
more powder, than makeup/get 'em laced up,/ P doe, have a party for
the
brotha/15 minutes, but I feel sorry for ya motha/
I kill like the greats did,/ had a state bid/for stashin little Nate/
(DMX) He was only eight,/ (Cam) but I hate kids/I know all parents
think
they experts/, but yo my TEC bursts is death spurts/
wet hearts and Guess shirts,/ what!
Uh, Uh, Uh
RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
Verse 2 (DMX)
Lets get it on baby (what)cause I'm ready to start/take the locks of
tha
cage cause I'm ready to bark/and niggaz gonna know when its on/for the
heart/niggaz gonna go when its on/
muthafuckas, mad trucks you know they feelin' it/I'm flippin' it to
niggaz got them thinkin' that they real in it/you hear that/but don't
go
near that/you better fear that/you was the one that wanted to have the
house wit the the pool right, where it at/
RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
don't make me bite you/I used to fuck wit yo' sista don't make me
fight
you/see how I play wit it/but stay wit it/I'm ok with it/
I'll do it, but he will be the nigga that they say did it/what you
don't
know is gonna get you fucked up/and when you don't roll its gonna get
you stuck up/niggaz want what (what), thats what I thought/
Dark Man baby, X for short/
What, what, what, uh, what, what, uh, what, what
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
Verse 3
(DMX) Runnin' around niggaz like circles I hurt you/"did I do
that?"just
like Urkel/I jerk you/
(Cam) Yo, aiyyo, its Harlem World NY yo what/try yo luck/but I know
what/niggaz won't know how you're stuck/body right beside your truck/,
what
(DMX) But they're screamin' I'm screamin'/but they're screamin' ice
creamin/they should have fuckin' known there was no such thing as an
ice
demon/
(Cam) Aiyyo, you dogs don't play wit me/I'll beat yo' ass from A to
Z/bag you up like A & P/DMX n' KFC/
(DMX) Bench nigga/I'm a bless niggaz/ wit my slugs/stress niggaz/I'm a
wet niggaz/ wit my thugs/
(Cam) Yo, yo, aiyyo when niggaz like to act ain't no wonder I
creep/aiyyo don't make me put ya ass nigga, under my feet/
(DMX) Ha ha, hold me down baby bark at ya dog/let me know if its real
walk in tha fog/
(Cam) And then we hit 'em/
(DMX) Slap 'em/
(Cam) Click 'em/
(DMX) Cap 'em/
(Cam) Stick 'em/
(DMX) Tap 'em/
(BOTH) Muthafuckas all know how we have 'em, what!
(dogs Barking)
(DMX) Where my dogs at? (what)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what, uh)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what)
Cam, my nigga.
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
(Cam) DMX, Cam'Ron, Def Jam, Untertainment, what.
AAAYYYYOOOOW!