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[Intro: Cam'ron] |
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Killa |
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*****s try to show me and make history Arab |
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You try to *****t on me and make history |
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You history! |
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[Verse 1: Cam'ron] |
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You got to love the guy |
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In God I trust, he trusts in I |
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When I get high it feel like I (touch the sky) |
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And yeah I dress to kill |
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I make it so you dressed to die, bless the guy |
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If he try and take the stand and (testify) |
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Yeah buddy boy turn him into Buddy Lee |
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With four dirty *****s in some ugly tee's (na-na-na) |
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And despite figures, you can't fight triggas |
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Drunk off light liquor light *****s |
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In the wintertime but I got the drop warm |
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Snowin' out showin' out, the top gone (na-na-na) |
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I do what I have to do |
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They say "you little bastard you" |
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"Look man they all gonna laugh at you" |
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You wifed it in public |
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***** it, you like it, I love it |
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Butt disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna discuss it |
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Look me eye-to-eye, we could go eye-for-eye |
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But pardon, I'm puffin' on (la-la-la) |
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[Hook: Cam'ron] |
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Reach out and (touch the sky) |
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Look up and (touch the sky) |
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Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky) |
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Can anybody (testify) |
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We just doin' what we usually do |
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Nah Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you |
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[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] |
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Pounds on the floor, guns on the wall |
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If there's money to make then I'm makin' a call |
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Blood on my chain, ***** in the jar |
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***** in the air, 2 pits in the yard |
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Handlin' biz, cameras all over the crib |
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You broke and can't stand it |
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To count this much money you need enough stamina |
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Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and them |
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Makin' this money and makin' it fast |
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Rollin' a joint and I'm makin' it last |
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Reppin' my Gang, ain't no fakin' it |
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Drivin' my car like it ain't got no brakes in it |
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Now both my cribs got a safe in it |
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Had my own swag, you start takin' it |
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Rollin' one up and I'm facin' it |
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Got so much juice you could taste the *****t |
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Shout out to Juicy J |
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He rock them Louis shades |
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We all get stupid paid |
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I ball, let's hoop today |
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Got one, need two of them rings |
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Look at me, see I'm doin' my thing |
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I'm just tryna up my su***** game |
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Old school *****t, you's a lame |
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[Hook: Cam'ron] x2 |
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[Verse 3: Smoke DZA] |
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*****t, I'm extra high |
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***** it, where's the pesticides |
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Dibble out the bag, put the rest aside |
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Fonzarelli flow, the cool'll never die |
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Ask me if i'm stoned, when am I ever not? |
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Rollin' up, you tryna hit this L' or nah? |
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Coped another Rollie, I was pressed for time |
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TNT pullin' up, but we don't talk to swine |
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Send the corner pies, hustler since [?] |
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Breakin' nights, blowin' blunts on Morningside |
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While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake & Wayne tour |
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I was Hitler with the pounds, got like 8 off |
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Eatin', clean the plate off, cause they lost |
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First class *****, make a flight before the takeoff |
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***** a label, 'less it's Black Label |
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Indie ***** but I'm that major |
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It's still ***** the other side, never lettin' nothin' ride |
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Roofless *****t, roof the *****, see if she can (touch the sky) |
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[Hook: Cam'ron] x2 |
