Cam'ron - Shanghai lyrics

[Cam'ron] Shut the f** up punk! Give me that sh**! You feel sorry for who!! Gave you head before I stormed in Muthaf**a, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin I'm yawnin While ya'll are boardin The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in Meat, rice, and poultry We all know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chill But we are about to split this muthaf**a Like SugarHill See your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you know is take to him And before it's over I'll have this whole f**in store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then n***a go on and riff I'll have this whole f**in clip On some raw dog sh** Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store really could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds n***as need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup n***a For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, n***a Like five-0 [Chorus - 2x's] In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the c**a leaves But in Harlem, n***as like to Plot and Scheme [Cam'ron] Now your store grose A mil' a week And my n***as on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man Kong Fu Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to con you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that bu*ton is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact get out the way I know where that maschetti at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink goes flip Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee sh** And his wife had a grenade That's when my n***as sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that b**h laid But this ain't have to happen yo Man you see the weed for real n***a let me go! Back up off me! Damn that was a close one Next time, your a** gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give them them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together n***a that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it Now everything is set up Right? I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight You know meya, the n***a wit China white They got some sh** that will f** around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And you sign it right The first day So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your a** n***a on herse day In the worst way [Chorus]