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(singer harmonizing) (Cam'ron over singer) Uhh, Killa, yo .. You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth, y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .. (Cam'ron) I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'll get you choked up I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up Almost doped up, but had no guts So I pimp all these hoe sluts When they period come it get slow but so what? I got big plans to blow up I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz My man was a hell of a nigga, (?) wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected Death to (?), logic I said Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead Chorus: For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise (Cam'ron) Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing but how I get the right to sing? And the streets be talkin like Donahue Clowns, they belong on Comic View that's why the feds onto you When they form they assembly's you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis Course everybody gotta war story (shit) I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn) I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!) I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers and I never said I'ma player But I been down wit messy action Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man I'm scared of commitment I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block Even put the work on the glock Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic (Chorus - 2X w Cam'ron adlibs) (singer sings until fade) |
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