Cam'ron - Rap City Freestyle lyrics

[Intro - Big Tigga] It's going down! Rap City the Basement, Aphrodita Juelz! Twin! Cam's definitely in the building BET, Rap City, Big Tigga Putting it down with Juelz and Cam, my _____ Fill in the blank, your a** might get spanked, you dig? We doing it way big, so come on Let it rock now! Hey, this album, from me to you Any freestyle in the Basement I'mma see it through Watch your back in the streets, the one that stab You might even be your crew, Me and Cam You know how we do. Harlem/Bx representers, Big Tig born In the month of December. My man Juelz is the Dipset representer. Who's going next? Cam? Or Juelz? [Juelz Santana] Juelz Santana, August 19th, from me to you: Yo, I'm still popping the Ruger, duke Still hop in the newest coupe Still got me a hootie-hoo, still got me From Rucka, too. And she will swallow a hoola-hoop Ask around: she will swallow the Juicy Fruit They can't tell em cats how them bullets Propelling fast, leave your head and melon smashed Hella fast in a yellow cab Uh, comes to doing this, yeah you so great When it comes to doing shh Ok, you spit, you've got the flu: you sick Homeboy, I'm rich! I got the coupe from this I got the car, the crib, I got the roof from this Plus I got your girl thinking I'm the cutest Dip That'll hurt your heart, but I'm working hard Y'all some hating chumps, back to making bucks Boy, I'm so used to dishing the bird out I bought a crib in the tree so I could live In the birdhouse. Dipset, boy, you know what Them birds bout. Gun in each hand So you know when them birds out My man Black is the utmost nutso British is dumb known for letting his gun go! My man James keep the Glock on pop-o Soon as I say "get em!" he says "Tato, Tato" He comes through with his Spanish team 2 Hummers: tan and green 1 coupe: a tangerine Lamborghin' God damn it's mean, god damn the team Look at his wheels: god damn the feet God damn it, he keep on stuntin' God damn, is he gon' keep on stuntin'? Oh yes I am buzzin', oh yes I am buggin' Oh yes I am dumpin' on any man frontin' Oh yes I am, cousin I don't play that, I "OK" that I bring the K back, spray that and shoot you down! Til you move around, lose a pound, who's it now? Lose it now, Ruger down, chump: we'll shoot you down [Cam'ron] Everybody out at the Rock the Mic tour We back in the kitchen, rocking the white raw You copping your pipe for, locking your nice doors We pop up in like 4 with chickens that like raw They clickin', they like raw! They fixin' to fight for Me: look at my ice, for sure, your sight's sore We all wearing links as I prepare a drink Glare and think how I got the whole New York wearing pink Girls, they stare and wink, how I flare the mink Pop the top, pop the throttle, co*k a Glock Pop a bottle. See "Paid in Full" Now I'm up in Blockbuster And I'm paid in full: still on the block, buster Not for rock, rucker. '01 ride-wrecker Shogun, show guns, blow one, you not Gutter! Little inside joke for you co*ks**ers My block, s**er? Popcorn and hot bu*ter Like its the movie theater, but its the Uzi area Hootie-hoo for hootie-hoo, produce hysteria And me, I ain't no coattail snitch I did the Motel 6 with the wholesale bricks