Cam'ron - Dynasty Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Ayo lately i've been going through some family matters My mother keep telling me "family matters" I got this attitude like, damn these matters I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters Chrome four four handle magnums In case he run and now I don't get a chance to grab'em dog I'll catch you while you parallel parkin' Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin' k** you and your man put y'all in parallel coffins Yeah these big guns we riding with And my clips stay wide and sh** The bullets stay the size of Twix You don't wanna get popped with this Homeboy so watch your lips Y'all talk real tough but I know y'all very weak You f**ing with a ghetto beast that never sleeps I don't need a hundred n***as to settle beef Just my arm and hand stretched out with that metal piece Ye all laughing and think it's a game 'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain Oh you in a casket and ya big mom thinks it's a shame [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Now I'ma have my mommy mad again When she found out that I'm back to playing with these keys like Tommy Flanagan And my girl said if I have to tell my man again If you end up in that can again I'm through with your shenanigans But I'm back on the corner and I'm panicking With a big gun that'll have you stiffer than a mannequin sh** is brain damaging All this c**aine handling You can catch me on the corner crazy crispy with the chain dangling And in the same way I'm running the clubs Oh yeah dogs I'm one of those thugs That's allowed and drunk pissy and blooded on d** sh** a hundred of bloods my gun and my slugs The way I be feeling y'all n***as want it then WHAAAT? I had you pay the ultimate price Like dealing with my vultures ain't nice They coming for them long chains and pieces that sculpt you with ice Just the same sh** that scuffed my life Ah f** it man this culture ain't right Some say I hopped out the jag and the rag fell But I say when I hopped out the jag did you know that the top of the rag fell [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Ayo everybody out at the Up in smoke tour I was uptown gats out up in coke wars Bootleg gunshop up in both stores Both grip, both hands held both 4's Ups downs highs lows see both doors Die or to live decisions are both yours But two cats fronted I broke both jaws I'm with 2 chicks you know I f**ed both who*es Homicide, robbery I broke both laws I do you like food I a**ume you roast yours I been so poor couldn't afford a condom had to go raw Next day in the free clinic, oh lord! When you became a willy Is you insane or silly I will aim the milli dog yeah at your brain for rilly It's not a game my nilly I'ma do this 'til every last damn chain is chilly How many came to k** me I hustle with greed my voice is real bitter She f** up my money ain't no choice but to hit her Bust your [?] leather 'til the boys come to get her That's the difference in our money six sixes to a figure Hookers and hoodrats using s** as a gimmick I got a tournament for handicaps, special olympics Next to the clinic in case one of they leg gets dismembered Last year Richard tip broke a hip he was injured Won a hundred go to Nerway, per se Feds want n***as up in the birdcage for sh** back in the third grade Lord you see I made it back Love to send a slave a track NYPD told you trace raise the rat took and gave it back Betray the fact they bugged the jeep seats, floors and lightbulbs So I had to change the Range up and game up with these white thugs Now on it two, see the station Meet Jimmy Iovine, give me my cream Shapiro, Peter Gatien, relation Spot a club in L.A just to touch it up Got rugged up thug it up but named the club s** and f** Whatever n***a what is what respect power the sets our Two guns we on news one, next hour lead shower With weapons involved our kappa revolved Now we deluxe apartment George Jefferson bar I'm from where Nicky Barnes, Mr. Fricks got rich as f** Richard A hit the kitchens that was pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase, Dougie Fresh switched it up I do both who am I to f** tradition up k**a... Dipset... Harlem... Huh...Huh Holla At Cha Dawg