Cam'ron - War lyrics

Yea this sound like a movie right here Well f** it, here go the soundtrack! Bullets and guns moke! Dipset! Now If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them I ran up on 'em, p**y ain't have his hammer on him Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be f*got, bring the drama to me I'm presidential n***a, Bush'll pay homage to me I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these n***as I don't care if they small or some stocky n***as I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these n***as What they name again? What they claim again? Yeah these f*gots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite You procrastinated so I got you a**a**inated Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey [Chorus: x2] We blastin' big tecs (tecs!) Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!) n***a's talking right? I ain't heard sh** yet! (nope!) We'll leave the dude flooded, and his b**h wet (wet) And the kids go "look dad Dipset!" Dipset! If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!) It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns) I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke) No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!) What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?) My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)