357-Killa Cam

What up on my Harlem n***as My BK n***as Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back 'Fore I bring out the guns And chest check Respect that Any girl I met that Hit that Love the way I spit that I don't kit kat Push your wig back Get you s**t snatched Get your ribs cracked Got a friend Have me kick that Get that Sit back School s**t skip that Learn how to flip pack For the big stacks And the big act Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Came with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some s**t Had to tap a chin with a fist When the ? Begin with a stich End in a kiss So yo so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8?on the d**e ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and s**t How a n***a spin in 6 See they all see the 12 But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium F**k it Yankees stadium uhh Play people Jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet n***a wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to jug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a f**k about Un would've ? about I'm through wit' it Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP n***a clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Put fear 'fore envy n***a I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a n***a black and blue Like a pair of Pennys While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta Monero Nieta Don't ever f**k around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta Or the black boots Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease 'em Girls ? 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome n***as tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the f**k is wrong with you F**k that it's not a game Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for n***as like that Man f**k them n***as B Yo, you know what you do What? Tell these n***as the real deal Aight check it Aiyyo I'm ? Cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat Got you shook up attack huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up in check On this work of the rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the f**k out my face til' your s**t's right See baby boy I carry guns You know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm the only You a running back You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the c*****e plan Leave your whole brain dead Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnapings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play