That's what I definetely did*
A man stand on his two feet
If you don't stand for something you fall for everything (true story)
AraabMuzik, Killa, let's go
[Verse 1: ~Cam'ron~]
I keep the dezzy like Arnez, fetti, that's our biz
Jewels, made 'em pissy like Marquez
Run with gunners with sharp lead
Crack dealers, a couple of hardheads
Rooftops, that's where the Narcs live
Marked wheels, unmarked cars
Paid lawyer, nah, y'all won't stop ours
I style like Deniro, pal, you're a weirdo
Petty like Peschi, I'm out for deniro
Thorough, need a referral
Federal investigation, ask the bureau
Stay in hot water like I'm sterile
Dress in red like the devil
No bronze or silver, when I say I got the metal
Suttin' like a kettle, money on all levels
This'll melt into a pebble
You're in LV, B, see we the rebels
Work, school, sleep, next day, do it over
Ain't no way we gon' stop, ain't no way we gon' drop cause
Breakin' down weight in the drop
Enough weight in the locks to have 'em waitin' in flocks
Graduated, we been schoolin', they hatin', we been coolin'
8-balls we been poolin'
We on line to keep provin', like men we keep it movin'
We win, y'all keep on losin'
Yeah, yeah, I did the welfare
But I had to go elsewhere
Cause I ain't (Always made it)
Look mom, not to offend you
But I'm hungry and rent due
She said we (Always made it)
Ma, I hear what you sayin'
But my rims touchin' and I ain't playin', I'm decayin
Not me, but the hood applaud her
For her butter, bread, and sugarwater
Cause she (Always made it)
(True) Mmm, they was delicious too
Malicious boo, did prison too
Yep, crooked cat, lookin' back
I ain't let nobody cook the crack
(Coffee pots) Refrained from the odor
Told the game to my soldiers, when it came to my quota
No, I don't wanna scold ya
Or say, "I told ya", like clay, I'll mold ya
Know ya hoes from ya main broad, trips O.T.
Thank god that I (Always made it)
Games, I don't play, names, I won't say
Sometimes you won't say, you (Always made it)
(Word) Burn 'em like Waco, pull the tre-eighto
When it comes to my pesos
I'm in Raco, you are Maco
Need a girl with a booty like J.Lo, fuego
Ain't no way we gon' stop, ain't no way we gon' drop cause
Breakin' down weight in the drop
Enough weight in the locks to have 'em waitin' in flocks
Graduated, we been schoolin', they hatin', we been coolin'
8-balls we been poolin'
We on line to keep provin', like men we keep it movin'
We win, y'all keep on losin'
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