Cam'ron - Who's Nice lyrics

[Cam'ron] Yo, turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthaf**in' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthaf**as! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame sh** was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor n***a, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach A little indo That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur Cause girls I control them cla**y Old and sa**y Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that n***a Gold he ga**ed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on the low wit Aggie But now what have we Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' n***a Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this sh** a riddle How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny Cause you got a litte money And you did a little song and Made a little money Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire Yeah I'm a harsh n***a That drink hard liquor A six benz car getter You know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figure Platinum deep Hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them n***as Who the Man Pulled the toast out on these n***as one time And even Cuda ran You know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens n***az how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up sh** And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise, and no b**h I ain't high! I've been hotter Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas You win nada Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that n***a clap towns But me I never back down My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time n***a I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it f*ggot