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[Verse 1
Cam'ron:] Yo, I
had a
dream Hud 6
Said 'Killa Yo, killa, you put the
real in rap' And your style, man your style, he be stealing that' And those niggas uptown, we gon' be feeling that But with that deep shit You gon' be feeling that Fuck the
schools Jumped in and pushed the
ceiling back And if it tires like the
orange I
was peeling that Pardon my absence I
was spending too much time In the
Aspens, killing 'em off with asprin I
ain't talking slopes When I
say skeet up And this movie money got me with my feet up Percentage do come in I
should name it the
re-up We up, TBE, no-one can defeat me Shawn That nigga money made The
weather don't matter, I
fly to a
sunny day I
backed out fact, man Who wanna come and play? You ain't got to run away, british Go put the
gun away I'm gone I
smoke spliffs On my lawn I'm slicker than the
Fonz With more kicks than Solange Cool shit, waistline Full clip them off Finish with the
judges With tha' bullshit they on We started gifts with a
train Dealt with part of the
team [Verse 2
Jim Jones:] In 98′ killa went platinum Then broke jaws for the
team Them big stupid old mansions Ain't nutting change but the
mansions I'm still in the
cut with a
bad bitch Letting that champagne spill while I'm dancing The
all by just text me Said the
Lord's always gon' bless me I
pray you, I
got the
gun on me If a
nigga eva try to scratch me I
still kill for killas, make one call for my dealer In a
hall of war, in the
summertime we still do Four wheelers Rich Porter Brick orders one nigga won six quarters Still fuck on that white girl But I'm getting money with that bitch daughter (Hey, molly) Brenda had a
baby When I
had Mercedes I'm a
serial killa Just might stab yo lady [Verse 3
Hell Rell:] Cam certified me on day one I
shot a
nigga on day two Bought a
Benz on day three See why these niggas hating me? I'm Mr. Ruga I'm still as the
shooter Baby We both got a
Mac, but his a
computer Got yo shit in the
stupor Put yo bitch in Aruba She came back with a
tan I
sent her back to her man He looking for me in the
club I'm in the
back busting champ' 30 racks in my hand Clap you and yo man Bitch Spread the
word, go tell 'em we dipping Again Shout out to Plugs No name, but he settling in Ride around Drop Rari, colors Cinnamon Temps Shootah got Glock Nigga sneeze and the
nigga abyss Every time I
pull up I
look like a
brick-a cooker Yo BM in my DM talking bout when we gon' hook up Somebody slipped her a
pill She on the
bad back Straight shotta Killa hunt niggas Like a
Mad Max Yeah!
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