(Jim Jones Yelling)
(Cam'Ron)
Aye yo, this lil' nigga Nas think he live like me
Drove 5's, shot 5, flipped pies like me?
Nah, Cam gonna blast
I done ran through his past
And I ran for the mag
Taliban on your ass!
You're terry cloth
That means very soft
Thanks Jay, Carm's the bomb
Broke her cherry off!
Severely massacred
We really gonna laugh at ya
The mac milli blast at ya
You really run to Africa
Stupid, sucker for love
Home plenty
Nelson Mandela?
We all boned Winnie!
Shit, I come over and fight
You a lame, you forgot over the night
Yo, your career's over like Mike
Any one
Tyson
Jordan
Jackson
Ask dunn about my mean kids
Frizzle steam
Tripple beam
Cripple teams
When you seen money in Queenbridge?
Never
I used to catch the Tunnel
Lil E, Vernon side
I gave him packs and bundles
How many grams in an ounce?
How many ounces in an eighth
How many eighths in a key
Shorty, stay in your place
Before the AK's in your face
Take your daughter, R Kelly
Have my way with her face!
Whoa
And your Mom's a whip wop head
And you claim to be a hip-hop head?
Ooh wop, two shots in his hip-hop head
This way the whole world know that hip-hop's dead!
Rocafella, hip-hop bread
Fifty though a night, holla back, hit my spread
You wack, you twisted
Your girls a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours
And everybody know
Your mans even tell you
You be like "so?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"
Stupid...
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