Cam'Ron - Who's Nice lyrics

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