Feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell
(Verse: Cam'ron)
Yo, I had a dream high 6, said k**ah
Yo, k**ah, you put the real in rap
And a star, man a star, he be stealin' that
And those n***as uptown, we gon' be feelin' that
But with that deepsh** sh**, you gon' be feelin' that
f** the schools, jumped in and pushed the ceiling back
And if it tires like the orange, I was peelin' that
Pardon my absence, I was spendin' too much time
In the Aspens, k**in' 'em off with a** spray
I ain't talkin' snoops when I say skeet up
And this movie money got me with my feet up
Percentage do come in, I should name it the re-up
We up, TV-e, no-one can defeat me
Shawn, that n***a money made
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The weather don't matter, I fly to a sunny day
I backed out fact, man, who wanna come and play?
You ain't got to run away, british, go put the gun yo waist
(Verse: Jim Jones)
I'm gone, I smoke spliff, sold my lungs
Just lookin' in the fons with more clicks than saloons
Cool sh**, wasteline, full clip them off
Finish with the judges, with tha' bullsh** they on
We started gifts with a train, dealt with part of the team
In 98' k**a went platinum, then broke jaws for the team
Them big stupid old mansions, ain't nuttin' change but the mansions
I'm still in the cut with a bad b**h lettin' that champagne spill while I'm dancing
The all by just text me, said the Lord's always gon' bless me
I pray you, I got the gun on me, if a n***a eva try to scratch me
I still k** for k**as, make one call for my dealer
In a hall of war, in the summertime we still do four wheelers
Rich proter, brick orders one n***a won six quarters
Still f** on that white girl but I'm gettin' money with that b**h daughter (hey, molly)
Brenda had a baby, when I had Mercedes
I'm a serial k**a, just might stab yo lady
(Verse: Hell Rell)
Cam certified me on day one, I shot a n***a on day two
Bought a Benz on day three, see why these n***as hatin' me?
I'm mr. Rooga, I'm still as the shooter, baby
We both got a Mac, but he's a computer
Got yo sh** in the stupor, put yo b**h in the rooba
She came back with a ten, I sent her back to her man
He lookin' for me in the club, I'm in the back bustin' champ'
30 wracks in my hair, clap you and yo man
b**h, spread the word, go tell 'em we dippin' again
Shout out to Plugs, no name, but he settlin' in
Ride around, drop Rarri, colors cinnamon temps
Shootah got Glock, n***a sneeze and the n***a abyss
Every time I pull up I look like a brick-a cooker
Yo BM in my DM talkin' bout when we gon' hook up
Somebody slipped her a pill, she on the bad back
Straight shotta, k**a hunt n***as like a Mad Max
Yeah!