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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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