Cam'ron lyrics

Cam'ron lyrics

"Intro lyrics"

Soul Education lyrics
I didn't have time for school Spent my days breaking the rules and regulations And inbetween they're having fun The teachers told me son, get me an education So I had my bout of freedom Dressed like a man through four seasons Hey I'm steppin out so cut me loose And as mama waved goodbye Tears were welling in her eyes She don't need them I turned to her and said
(feat. DJ Kay Slay)

[Cam'Ron]
How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

[Kay Slay]
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

[Cam'Ron]
El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man

[Kay Slay]
Yo son

[Cam'Ron]
What's good?

[Kay Slay]
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a c
White Rabbit lyrics
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all; Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall; Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call; To call Alice, when she was just small. When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you
hick, you gotsta straight slap her

[Cam'Ron]
Slap her?

[Kay Slay]
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

[Cam'Ron]
Off the bat?

[Kay Slay]
Off the bat, just backhand her

[Cam'Ron]
Why's that, though?

[Kay Slay]
'Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"

[Cam'Ron]
[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don't understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?

[Kay Slay]
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
Let Them Die lyrics
Black darkened streets, walls of decay "Why do they have to live this way?" Show em lots of pity and give em support "They can't help the way they are" Take a life for a buck, maybe for kicks "They don't know what they do" Let em off with a warning, just a slap on the wrist They'll be back again They blame it on the streets "They've had it so bad" "Much worse off than most"
br> That's cause ya game is tight

[Cam'Ron]
Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...

[Verse]
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
Y'all gonna see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birdsThats A Lie lyrics
Too Much Joy "That's A Lie" People Talk by Talking..... I'm tired of the stories that you always tell Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well You're the largest liar that was ever created You and Pinnocio are probably related That's a Lie....Hey, that's me playing harmonica You're a liar...Yeah, and I wrote this song too Lie, Lie, Lie, That's a Lie...Really I did, LL Co
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin' I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'

[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Let's get down to business, Harlem

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