Cam'ron - f**-A-Freestyle lyrics

[Cam'ron]: Ya know me f** a freestyle Ratha hit papi on speed dial Network busy, while I'm quick to hit redial Weed child, n***as know I'm good in the P now Any case no prob, Im'ma beat trial Bipolar, I can play senile Stand up, they sit down, they sit down, stand up, go on the stand all white right hand up Start to studder like da-da-dadaman, Damn Cam how you get ice in a rubberband? How you get motherloads staight from the motherland? Creep through ya window, something like Bruvamen Hit the elevator come to the top floor No, no movie what I need prop for? Girl s** dick 'til the b**h get lockjaw Try and break in, two nines in the sock draw Vacations, beaches, villas but I'm from the zoo so I eat with gorillas n***as say they sick but believe we the illest For the juice time high bb and the quillets baby (?) Talkin' bout scrilla maybe But don't forget k**a crazy Crazy and deranged See I'm gravy at the range Rover navy is the range Buck 80 in the range Right hand in the Lamb with me Peanut bu*ter a** n***a, damn Skippy Problem, counsel take it up Powder in my face, no I don't make it up But I do make it up, unwrapped, tapped, cut Cook it up, break it down some say break it up Bottle it, distribute it, hand and hand take ya cuts Sick accountant money, all I get is paper cuts The Government, crib still buggin' it Gettin' big M's uh-huh, I'm lovin' it You see my crib in Florida, you say I'm on some s**a sh** Whoever don't like it, too bad s** a dick No Homils, Harlem cold chills No ski slope, but its coke hills I'm the don in Millan where I blow mills You the .99 Cent store, no frills Wanna battle me? You can be a casualty Never been a snake, so you can't rattle me Bring your whole crew or what Individually, Harlem World, Lenox Ave, Look what it did to me I mean, 20K when I say a 20 shot My n***a Brit will come through with a 20 shot He was there when I made the damn car bunny hop Girl pull my zipper down, it's the money slot Can't play us in the hood amongst haters Gunplay, but Sunday I garden with my neighbors And y'all horse manure I'll be forced to shoot cha My Wife? The four door Porsche 'ull do her Blow out, I don't even know the score But I will do you like the clothing store Talk slick and I'll put a price tag on ya And the cashier put a nice bag on ya Ya wife? I pulled the white Jag on her (Background, Vado: Uh-huh) Through up on the dick, gag order [Vado]: 4-5 on me, watch the eyes only Ya chick is a jumpoff, she skydive on me, (Background, Vado: Uh-huh) Can't touch this cat like I got 9 lives on me, (Background, Vado: On Me) This 9 is known to take lives only, (Background, Vado: Uh/Only) We the new rap pack gang Black suede, and frames, Jeff Hame, jacks (jackets) that plain Flyer than 9-11 when they jacked that plane Tell the dealer keep hittin' me like a blackjack game (Background, Vado: Huh!) When I was new to the white, I knew if I ain't the n***a n***as is hatin' I ain't doin' it right, (Background, Vado: Word) Petite type, She Peruvian nice, (Background, Vado: Yes) Number two, red, white, black strings My lady doing the Mikes Chicks don't say hi That's what I'm doin' tonight Got her turnt on, no bulb, I be screwing the light, (Background, Vado: Haaaaaa!) Tootie or pipe sh** strong, on cargo Goal is to die old and rich like Don Carlo Lift fours up like the doors on a Gallardo My man caught a scar though He wear just like Marlo, (Background, Vado: Slime) Big hugs before I send slugs, (Background, Vado: Slugs) Few singles, get your a** clapped like strip clubs, (Background, Vado: Clubs) They breakdown much more is what a brick does, (Background, Vado: Does) No dough, boatloads the way we ship d**, (Background, Vado: Drugs) Raise huggin' it like fresh Did packs for dealers and made trips for connects No father, still stratgize while playin' chess Ask me if I'm nicer than y'all, I say yes, (Background, Vado: Yes!) Send you ya mans vest with three fishes Speak vicious No Swizz Beatz, it's me b**hes! Vado