Living a lie lyrics

(feat. Mo' money)

[hook x2]
them niggaz actors (actors)
they deserve oscars (oscars)
we pull choppers (choppers)
to war with the coppers (coppers)
dog. . . Them niggaz living a lie, lie, lie, lie
dipset stay fly. . . . . And? And? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

[verse 1: cam'ron]
killa!
let's get the riot on, acting like i'm lying huh?
five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's new york)
did the county, bologna like it was "ground round" (that's texas)
zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he on the countdown (north carolina)
seran down the v, coke in the whip. . . He bought the chaper (chicago)
notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
jim indicted but kelina from p. C could fight it (uptown rucker)
up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what? )
then zeke shot (shot), then e killed (damn), then b popped (damn), then me rocked (what? )
yeah, but we shooting back i'm pulling out the 4-5th
if i ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list
yeah, nigga's nauseous, i'll show you just what nauseous is
we surround fortresses, studios and offices
you should be cautious kiiiiid. . . .
'fore the boss of this off ya lid, r. I. P. Right where the portrait is

[hook]

[verse 2: cam'ron]
dadadoooo! . . . . That means drop it and run it
no fronting cause the coppers is coming. . . . . Like
dadadoooo! . . . That's when we popping some bottles
with some models on our hip is some hollows (dipset! )
before they shot they had to violate me (pffft)
back in new york, my p. O gon' violate me (what? )
said "why you acting purish nixon? ", she said "you had no permission"
to go to d. C. . . You know that's out the juristiction (on my business! )
ma i gotta eat. . . I don't know your religion
i got child support, i can't adore the bitching (i can't take it)
plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)
said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me! )
nah. . . That persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
huh, you heard the price, on my neck. . . . Hurds of ice!
vertebrae snapped, gats. . . Huh, i swerve 'em right
dipset! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
they leave. . . U-turn. . . Customers we serve 'em right!
so what ya life like?
mine. . . . . Type nice like come off the white ice,
you. . . Bum ass night fights! Killa!

[hook]

[verse 3: cam'ron]
ayo i'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
i'm disturbing the peace, right? . . . . Just call me ludacris (luda! )
i don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks
screw a chick. . . . Go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
can't pop fly, i get my socks tied
i'm being watched by. . . News 1, fox 5
cnn, nbc, cbs. . . . Creep in my home
magazines, paparazzi. . . . Please leave me alone
yeah i vv'd the stones, dog i'm into cake
i sell records but my real job. . . Interstates ("i" whatever! )
i been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
i'm a winner, fish in my crib. . . . I got a winter lake!
and the fountain right, nope i won't pronounce the price (nope! )
but i'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
that's where i hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
but the four pounder right. . . Bang that's the sound of life!
killa!

[hook]

they lying dog! All my nigga's locked up. . . .
zeke on the countdown. . . Sheek come home tomorrow. .
my uncle ted, he doing 10. . . . . Uncle stevie doing another 12. . . .
he shot police on 125th on the westside. .
what up ali! . . . . Tiny bum. . . He coming home, he in the feds. . . .
doe stack doing 2 in the feds. .
just did 3 house arrest. . .
when black came out, after he did his year. . .
mel murder did his year. . .
snagz! He coming home!

Leave You Alone Lyrics


[Sample Voice] - I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone

[Cam'Ron] - Wish I could.....
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)

[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick

[SINGING SAMPLE HOOK]

[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'em
Whatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...
Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KILLA!)

He tried to play me lyrics

(feat. Hell rell)

[hell rell: hook]
he tried to play meeee
shit got all craaaazy
but things just wasn't the same
so i ran up on hiiiiim
then pulled my mac outtt
and i blew out his brainssss

[cam'ron: verse 1]
y'all with the violenceeee
we move in silenceee
silence plus silence the gunsssss
i was the wiiildest. . .
that was childish. . .
now i stack my onesssss
shinay was in love with her school
rich wasn't liking his school
shinay caught two in the ribsssss
he was a hustler
she's a customer
now he's off doing a biiiid
tee got shot with a shotgun on his block
i wish it was all preteeeend
nana would get hiiigh
hard enough getting buyy
when is it all gonna ennnnd
me i'm still holding on
the team still rollin strong
the ave is down the streeeeet
but im a street target
call me a meat market
i stay around some beeeeeeef
the blocks still pumpin
isn't it somethiiiin?
needles, knives & nineeees
there's no tomorrooooow
food getting borroweeeeed
what kind of life is mine? ?

[hell rell: hook]
he tried to play meeee
shit got all craaaazy
but things just wasn't the same
so i ran up on hiiiiim
then pulled my mac outtt
and i blew out his brainssss

[cam'ron: verse 2]
they call me "patty cake patty cake the bakers man", i bubble bread (bread)
beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
we done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
shot out in front of police, yell fuck a fed! (fuck a fed)
i patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo
who seen killa cop? Nigga's rolling c-lo
pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's harlem)
just a hype lame, you'll never like dame (why? )
three years ago i would of robbed his dice game (true)
life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference? )
only difference is i'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the lambo)
or that white thing, you on the internet pricing (pricing? )
i don't window shop, not me and jim go cop
hop through the window ock, god damn them bimbo's hot (hot)
dukes of hazard, they wanna do the limbo lock
never had a pinto ock, first car a benzo drop (mercedes)
"bens & bops", put between my hot wallet
and my toaster, i really had a hot pocket
and i'm saying this real clear
y'all can't chill here
i know real thugs in wheelchairs
yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear
it's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
they don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
animals. . . . Lions, whales, seals, bears
y'all fruits. . . . . Cherries, grapes, stale pears

[cam'ron: bridge]
that's why niggas fuck with me
and them ladies loving me
they all put they trust in me
cause. . . . . I flip that killa man
that's why niggas fuck with me
and them ladies loving me
they all put they trust in me
and. . . . . My name is killa cam

[hell rell: hook]
he tried to play meeee
shit got all craaaazy
but things just wasn't the same
so i ran up on hiiiiim
then pulled my mac outtt
and i blew out his brainssss

Killa Cam (Intro) Lyrics

(feat. 40 Cal)

[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yell fire and aim
Cause when I fire them thangs it's like
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Down with wonderful Cal. {they make Hummers in brown?}
Nah I just shitted on you, even haters lovin my style
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody sim-i-lar
Comin down the block the suspense is killin ya like, wow
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
That's Cal. we see him {we see him} we leavin {we leavin}
He schemin, he be beastin
Heard he kill people, we believe him
Oh shit he's reachin
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)

Killa Killa Killa Killa!
Killa (Killa!) Killa Killa Killa! (Killa!)

[Verse 1]
Dial killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
Yea the whoscal, ohh child you wasn't there
Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeke right behind me dun dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children
Dawg, nine to five, office, pool
Couldn't live that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to school
If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool
Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool
Fuckin wit this wolf, this should be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be affordable
Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial
Cars convertible, TV's are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few
Killa!

[Chorus]
(KILLA!)
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA!)
Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA!)
Glocks, ox ockin I'm cocked (KILLA!)
Cam, fam, damn, it's (KILLA!)
Season and the reason you breathin (KILLA!)
Who buy out the bar though? (KILLA!)
Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo? (KILLA!)

[Verse 2]
I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, iight where the bosses meet
And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach
Now I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth, and it's
Killa!

[Chorus]

Weekend Girl Lyrics


[Cam'Ron:]
Uh, KILLA!
Harlem World '89, black Jordans they were mine
Hund'-eighth toy dork is the only one ever pay me mine
Baby mine lady fine(fine), you ever date a dime?(dime?)
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know hater time, cat food fancy feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats
God damn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street
We hopped the D train, you don't understand us freezed
No hassle heffer, did we battle? never
We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers
From Gimbals from we gained, make it simple and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame
I'm god's child, but yea I got devilish game
Once you meddle wit Cam, ma'am is never the same
So you through with the peekin'? you pursuin' and seekin'?
You know the season, Killa what you doin this weekend? huh? KILLA!

(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(And I Don't Have Time On The Weekend)
You could be my, You could be my
(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(Then Maybe We Can Try To Work It Out)

[Cam'Ron:]
Uh, KILLA!
some say that i'm belligerent, others say that i'm ignorant
I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment
everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it
scrambled just like eggs, like eggs they're benedict
they don't ever remember shit, all they want is their membership
only one that they gettin is jackins, that's the end of it
they want designer recliner along wit benefits
won't take a risk, but wanna spread the mick
wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other gender thick
you seen my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday
we'll eat Friday's on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on Sundays
drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L
play catch and kiss, if you don't kiss and tell
take the city bus, or come through with chauffers
we could do Air Ones hun, or Louis laufers
yeah i'm truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters
put up Killa Season's, now who the reason?
come through this weekend huh? huh?

(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(And I Don't Have Time On The Weekend)
You could be my, You could be my
(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(Then Maybe We Can Try To Work It Out)

[Cam'Ron:]
Uh, KILLA! KILLA! KILLA!
I drive big cars, puff heaven haze
not just the weekend, thats seven days
rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's lemon
thats the color, wanna play 7-11?
you know catch and hump, your butt gotta extra rump
forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump
don't mean to be extra, but ma..extra stunts
extra money, extra piff, extra blunts
extra! extra! really some neck I want
not the dude for help, but you're truly felt
ass fat stomach flat, I could see ya Louis belt
mine on too, for any gunplay
I'm a troublemaker yea yea some say
you model material, you need a runway
so let's runaway, we could hit the runway
round-trip not a one way, come play
Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday
Back on Sunday, make work Monday

(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(And I Don't Have Time On The Weekend)
You could be my, You could be my
(Weekend Girl)
You could be, You could be, You could be, You could be
You could be, You could be, You could be
(Then Maybe We Can Try To Work It Out)

Fuck You Lyrics

(feat. Mase)

[Mase:]
B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B.
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer, and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz
All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300 dollars for
the tape
To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha
FUCK YALL BITCHES!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga [background chorus starts, goes all throughout song until noted otherwise.]
Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me, FUCK YALL BITCHES!!!
All y'all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ!!

[Background chorus:]
Aaah, oooh.
Fuck you, fuck you!

[Cam'ron:]
This goes out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin' bout
I'm fuckin' too young
And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift
Also yeah, yah...
To the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting out,
right, bitch?!
Well now, I got out, fuck you!!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, B. Yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro
But now I'm fuckin' yo' hoe!!
HaHa!! Fuck you!!
But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' fuck these niggaz', too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small. Ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you!!
Fuck him, B.
Yah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care. Fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time. Fuck them, B.

[Background chorus stops]

Cam'ron, Mase, Lance "Un" Rivera, and Darryl "Digga" Branch:
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey!!
FUCK YOU!!!!

[Cam:]
Mayn, fuck you!
[laughter]