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