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Cam'ron
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Monster Muzik
Word up, Rector, I wasn't gonna say it again
Word up, man, it's all good
You gon' let us in your little shit
You got that? Keep that shit, man
You could have it man, we good, Killa
See you like to front, me, I like to stunt
I go forward on fourth down, you the type to punt
I go for the homerun, you the type to bunt
No support, stay in court, twice a month, lights the blunt
DA flees and flies, he breakin' down on pizza pies
See my eyes, rolled out right now, I'm facin' 3 to five
Assault charge, yeah granted, it was aggravated
But you characters, my character, won't assassinate it
Ha, they had to hate it, agitated, cash related
I tell your bitch, 'Grab my dick, huh, now masturbate it '
Don't catch feelin's, man, how she now feelin' Cam?
And lookin' by the waist, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
My girl Chanel, she sell shit for Chanel, kicks hell
Split turn down 50 mil' on my Chappell shit
Get your ice wet, lay down that slight bet
Word, my word heard, you'll get curved like a Nike check
Check, check, slide
Ayo, they call us the new Harlem Knights, man
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie
Three shots, I'll take his whole team out
Arsenio ass niggas
You now lookin' at the face of the new team
No plies, big faces in these true jeans
I don't tie nor lace 'em, keep some lose strings
Tongue hangin', son fakin' in them two Gs
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She gon' drop on two knees once she see the belt
I'm number one with the water, I need to meet with Phelps
Got my own corner, I don't need your help
I'm doin' everythin' like I only need myself
A bit more thread, I'd have the city sewn
Top down, gettin' 'head while on the Bentley phone
Powder blue, it's all like the one that Diddy owns
Ask Killa, I write 'Thrillers' like Quincy Jones
G4s, speedboats and villa homes
Fake pokin', y'all chest out, ya silicones
Jeff Hamilton, Spurs level with silver phones
Standin' on the couch in mansions, spillin' Rose Homes
Damn, you see why I'm feelin' myself?
The market done changed and young rappers still on the shelf
Quick to go for the Eagles like I'm from Philadelph'
I feel for ya health, if I pull your ice grill and get melt
Shawty pump, no ball, get your body dumped
I don't brawl, a phone call have your body slumped
Queens stories, heard 'em all from 'Preme to Ronnie Bump
Waitin' on that four door Porsche, should be out in a month
With these keys, I'm a wilder beast, nautica, feel the fleece
I should shoot at the ground the way I kill the streets
No seatbelt but ma, I unfasten it
Jag Coupe is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger
Killa the signature, before that is the literature
I was a baller, hustler slash prisoner
But a good listener, your wife I might piss on her
Christen her, yeah, that's how I'll whizz it, whizz on her
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