Cam′Ron - Intro

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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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