Cam'ron - Get em Daddy lyrics

[Intro - Cam'ron] They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder That's why I look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am They wanna know what f**in label I'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I sign myself Getchya cake up! [Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I'm like a crack addict With these Macs I've got a bad habit Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit Out the black hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, ba*tard Had them b**hes a**-backwards, f** 'em like a jackrabbit Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy twat Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe fast Eat a** on point like Steve Nash But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3 Enough j**els, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G I got tramp who*es. Yours! Been V.I.P. since B.I.G I never seen a dance floor (Nope!) Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke Girls with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!" You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and rivers Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes Good help is hard to find Soft white the art I twine Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's mine (Mine!) [Hook - Cam'ron] 'Til this day, dude, still followed by State troops Gray Coupe, whip in momma's name Made a mistake (oops!) (Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all glad he shot 'em How me holiday? I love it when mommy say (Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on satellite Get ya money up, j**elry tight, swagger right (Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny (Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, don't act funny-style In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou' [Verse 2 - Hell Rell] Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by k**a Cam's fam We on another level, I'm bout to pull that Porsche out And flood the other bezel, I get dug like shovels Y'all n***as f** with pebbles; I flip big boulders Switch Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster You could gargle cum, ma; why sip soda? These n***as wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa You need to have my number if you wanna buy weight f** a borough, we floodin' the whole Tri-State 20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the charm And I done copped from every damn haze spot on Audobon Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free Add up everything you got, it ain't amountin' to me I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the back See these little n***as rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap Know what I do: manufacturing crack Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the Mac I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy more trucks And when we on the road, b**hes follow the tour bus You mad cause you losing, plus in the Bronx I'm responsible for most of the stabbings and the shootings