Cam'ron - k** 'Em lyrics

[Hook] (k** 'em) You n***as ain't nothin' (k** 'em) You n***as is frontin' (k** 'em) You n***as don't want it (k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em) My n***as they get it (Money) Your n***as can't get it (Money) We'll k** you to get it (Money) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] It's like everything I'm doin' is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta I maneuver with gangstas I put the T R U in the gangsta I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shooting at gangstas (k** 'em) If he blink wrong (k** 'em) If he think wrong (k** 'em) Show this motherf**a these ain't no paintballs (k** 'em) Put his eight ball dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket Left in his side pocket (k** 'em) f** a microwave, that will turn his head to a hot pocket I'm beggin you ock stop it Cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it I (k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em) I lay around all day with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day (no) I pop up with the Glock up like its Groundhogs Day And then I let a round off mayne Now how that sound off mayne When that pound go bang Your face chow lo mein (bye) Ciao lil' man I'm great, when you see me bow lil' mayne [Hook] [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] When the Glock go bang When the shot go bang All you gon' hear is (k** 'em k** 'em k** 'em k** 'em) And I'm not no game I pop those thangs All you gon' hear is (k** 'em k** 'em k** 'em k** 'em) For them nachos I'll k** ya For my block yo I'll k** ya Let this n***a know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla That's a chopped up guerilla That they chopped up to get ya And you bought it (k** 'em) This is not a real n***a He is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner He got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate I don't eat pork, hand me some steak n***a hand me some cake Before I hand you the eight Like a motherf**in hand that you shake (shake, b**h) Give you five n***a I'm a live n***a Who, what, where, when, why n***a, I n***a (k** 'em) [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] What's my name? (k**a) Who I be with? (k**as) What them b**hes say? (k**a k**a k**a k**a) Uh oh, there go a catfight, b**hes they spar for dome Get in the car they foam Never seen cars with phones? (never) Santana, I give any part to holmes Eye, ear, heart or bone Back out the orange cones (back up) Even though I go right at the sergeant stoned Right with my orange stones We are at home Get moving and took out I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the look out Man just look out, I'm a raging bull With amazing songs, so I'm Paid in Full But there's no movie pra, doggy this the uzi ride That leave you cutie rootie tootie little booty pie It's my duty doc, you try to sue me, stop How you try to judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ock, I just lay and smile I'll rape your child They won't make the trial (k**a)