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[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 chick, 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 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 birds 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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