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Family Ties Lyrics


Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need
To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order
Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right
Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click
Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the
Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya
Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the
Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me

[Chorus - Nicole Wray:]
We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset
Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step
To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"

From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom
Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside
Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there
Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you
Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'
Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two
Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe
That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap
Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell
Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network
Dipset family ties

[Chorus]

They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder
Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra
Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore
Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the
Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them
Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put
Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry
And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!

[Chorus]
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More Reasons Lyrics

(feat. Jaheim)

[Girl Talking]
Oh this is my [beep]
The reason that we here. (Shut the [beep] up.)
The reason that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.)
You shut the [beep] up, what can you do?
We been ridin in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
(I'm gonna tell you a story)

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro
Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers
A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside
Blood played for stone gem
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?
That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game
And not namin' names
But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans
Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous
Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger
Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker

[Chorus: Jaheim]
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Killa!
That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous
You have various leases
All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, Cherry and Peaches
They had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer
Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!
Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo
My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!
But they some slimmy sue
Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots
Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you
You drinkin' Henney too
Coupe Calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump
Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them

[Chorus: Jaheim]
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
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Bubble Music Lyrics


(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh

[verse 1]
mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly
i'm on butter pirelli's
wit' purple and yellow, hello
thats butter and jelly
i flip butter on celly's
all right in front of the deli
holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly
(and what else) and i got hella gear
my earring is nice the price
3 townhomes in delaware
uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
hip hop hooray i got to get
that yayo off
thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the
ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash
still stop and i laugh, ma put
them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab
play you for what
you gon' play yourself
ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
don't play with your health.

[chorus]
mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em',
oral...choke em' and choke em'
i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but
the cops say i'm

[verse 2]
i get fresh from
yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon
stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy
got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey
you'll get hurt play me
burp let the dirt chase me
every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know
some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in
the clinic, no student can heal shit
better than college, after that, students home
at least after your bid, ain't no student loans
to pay back, jack, ask
what do you condone
hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome
now they done juiced marone??
knock, knock are you at home
i'm a call he, girls call the crib
and ask are you alone
.....killa

[chorus]

[verse 3]
we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe
we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
watch sanford in son
i'm like the buzz in rolo
afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow
got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro
we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo
now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana
i don't razor wrist's
i keep eighths of piff
the games and the chick
like kobe imma rape the bitch
razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
d on the block just like jadakiss
haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa
dipset, dipset

[chorus]
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O.T. (Skit) Lyrics


[Cam'ron:] Hey Yo Shorty Wuts Going On Wuts Popin'
[Girl:] oh shit wuts up killa wuts going on
[Cam'ron:] Hey Yo I'm trying to go out of town U tryin' to go wit me
[Girl:] how long U goin' 4
[Cam'ron:] look man that shit dont mader wut U gonna do comin' or not
[Girl:] well I got my kids killa wuts up wut about my kids
[Cam'ron:] Man fuck ur kids man U comin' or not
[Girl:] Yea I'm comin'
[Cam'ron:] K get in bitch
[Girl:] Yeah they grandma can watch them
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Soap Opera Lyrics


[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wanna ride? [x4]

[Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat]
Killa! Uh!
This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that
hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont
man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it,
let me tell you!

[Verse 1]

Yo my mommy Toy
Was my pride and joy
She would drive the toys
Plus ride the boy
To supply the boys
I got it live from Kroy
Yes a 9 in boys
Wore a 5 in boys
Over the chick shit
I shoot 5 wit Roy
Now I load the fo' five
Shoot 5 at Roy
Ain't like my job
All guys I employ
Lifestyle I enjoy
But Im the livest Doy (echo doy)
A Hustler and Cam famous?
You damn anus
I dunno but I can't change it
Can't paint it
Pop it, champagne it
Stop it, car drop it, it look dull
Damn paint it
She would throw a pout
How I'm showin' out
How I'm out goin'
But dont be goin' out
It's things to know about
When you got dough and clout
Ways to move, know the route
Baby girl, close your mouth
Cuz I feed you well
Every sneaker, hell
You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle
Car laga fell
Acting like Gargamel
For the car cop the cell
And the bar stop at hell
'Wrong wit chu?
She said whats wrong with chu?
Always got a song to do
Can't get along its true
So I skipped marriage
Bought her six carrats
Rather die that nigga
Than to live average

[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wann ride? [x4]

[Cam'Ron]
Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it!

Yo! Yo! Uh!
Lookin' back on school
Arts and crafts
Fuck half the staff
Beat up half the class
I was like Dr. Dre though
I have to laugh
Nigga wit an attitude
Meet me after math
Had her half and half
Not a drink
2 chicks def lit acid fast
To half a tab
You could ask her ass
I would dash and laugh
You after me?
Huh, Im after cash
Im on I-80
Though with my baby
Whole ride hazy
Tell her don't drive crazy
I got plans for you
Look in the sky baby
Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith
You the pie lady
Fly lady G2
Fly baby gee you
Wild baby
Please boo whats your size crazy?
Don Wonin'
When I'm in the foreign
Almond drop top
My charm is alarmin'
I was alertin' her
Just to re-insert in her
That I would leave Earth wit her
Huh, I can't interpret her
She got mad I leaned over
Im mercin' her
Said when I do dirt wit her
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I.
But this is B.I. Bia
Me and G.I.
Be watched by the P.I.'s
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real!

[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wanna ride [to fade out]
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I'm A Chicken Head (Skit) Lyrics


[ck head:] and your right ill be a chicken cause ur a cat so ill do like dogs do bark and get my buddy passes

[cam:] blah bla blah

[ck head:] sayin hello and then hung up the fuckin phone then when i called back u wasnt pickin up the fuckin phone, i dont understand why

[cam:] what are u sayin u said you wasnt gona call me any more so why are you callin me

[ck head:] and so what you say alot things but you dont do it you want to get technical

[cam:] why are you callin me

[ck head:] ill call you when i feel like it change your number

ill be a chicken so ima act like a chicken quack quack quack or whatever the fuckin sounds they make

[cam:] thats a duck what u wanna b a duck or a chicken

[ck head:] nigga i wanna punch u right in ur eye, i wanna punch u right in ur fuckin nose caue thats how u got me feellin right not

[cam:] man listen

[ck head:] no dont tell me to fuckin listen you listen where u at

[cam:] im at the studio

[ck head:] where on 24th i will go to every fuckin studio and find ur ass

[cam:] iight
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Girls Lyrics


[Intro]
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain
Jim jones, santana, freaky
Lets go! what they want sing

[Chorus (mona lisa)]
Girls just wanna have fun
(oh girls)
Girls just wanna have fun
(girls juss wanna have)

[Verse 1]
Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass
Call J.R. get a fun pass
Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker
Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger
We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder
Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her
P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her
So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast
She could be twista
Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley
Up in white lotus dog you might notice
That you type bogus me im quite focus
And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Godamn we stuck like stuck-o
Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh)
Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo
Aint even liking you, im exiting true
Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune
And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play
Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller!
Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker)
Upset cause what she was showin, awww man yo you aint even knowin
Ask question if youre a hoe and
Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin)
Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, sky high like a boeing
Got pies like it snowin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours
Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you)
Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, Honey sip sizzurp hurl of course
And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters
And i haul em in to the hiltons mister
I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her)
You helped her, you kissed her
You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers

[Chorus x2]
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Rude Boy (Skit) Lyrics


[phone rings]
[Cam'ron] Hello
[Jamacain Male] Yo dis Cam'ron
[Cam'ron] Yo who dis
[Jamacain Male] Yo what the blood-clot u mean who dis, yo bregerin word roun here is ya fuck de pum pum star
[Cam'rom] yo pum pum
[Jamacain male] what do u mean thats my pum pum dats my gyal ya dig out her stomac star u betta watch your self star massive ne play games
[Cam'ron] whats your pum pum dog
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin me naw go tell u again star dat a my pussy u fe leave, yo u betta watch u self, self
[Cam'ron] who da fuck is you talkin bout dog, what are you talkin' 'bout now
[Jamacain male] bregerin word roun ye se is ya mingle with mi ting star me na take dem type of tings star strait up and down bregerin
[Cam'ron] yo kiss my ass blood-clot
[Jamacain male] alright bregerin watch when I kick it star [Cam'ron laughing] nuf tings a gwan
[Cam'ron] get off da bitch dick fuck da bitch man she on my dick anyway why you callin me about a girl dats on my dick rasta
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin rude boy shotas ne play with dem queens star
[Cam'ron] wait, wait, wait rude boy shotas u done see shotas n u done call me with dis Jamacian shit get the fuck out of here man
[Jamacain male] well den fuck off boy [Cam'ron laughing] watch when u fuck up boy tings a pop your dis respectin massive me na take dat lightly
[Cam'ron] get the fuck out of here
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Harlem Streets Lyrics


Killa (Killa)
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
(Let) me break it down man

[Verse 1]
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long lista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

[Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world

[Verse 2]
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time:
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, Lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips

[Chorus]
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Down And Out Lyrics

(feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)

[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa
Baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
(Killa, Ye, come on)

[Cam'Ron]
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders we meditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Ma man and Tana
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
He's back

[Hook: Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
But our flow's the truest (oh)
The game's in a nuisance (no no)
Our girls is the models (oh)
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
Yeah they say he (down, down)
Yeah they say he (down and out)
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
Money back on my mind (no no)
Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
The world is mine (ooooh)

[Cam'Ron]
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
You got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggaz get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old timbs batted boots
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
Ow

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron]
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
My bitches pure thick
Play razor tag slice ya face bury
It's I who come by drive thru
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at mami eyes blue five two
I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bey
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
Uh Killa

[Hook]

[Cam'Ron talking]
Mine
Killa you already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course
Westside holla at me
Southside wild honeys
You know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya boy
You know what else I do
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
IP sačuvana
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