Cam'ron - Get It In Ohio lyrics

[Intro] Waddup, Midwest? THey forgot about the fourth coast Uh, it ain't nuttin though Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'! [Verse 1] Geah! (HOLLA!) Thinkin 'bout Guy Fisher Never met him, but goddamn that’s my n***a! (why?) I figure real estate, invested pie flipper Never snitch, me I’m in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s') Left Chicago wit good money for five drops Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?) Bamboo and Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside) They’ll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur’s (Waddup Madison?) I’m the author for gangsters, tough guys Did the whole Ohio, but I start it off of Buckeye (dey know me!) Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em (sure did) Few clowns was hatin (what?!), moved my pounds to Dayton (Let's go) And in Akron, my n***az they would throw things Not King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?) Ain't he actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home Then smack the {?}, wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone [Chorus w/ ad-libs in background] If you know like I know, you should lie low k**a, I used to get it in Ohio Don’t forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro You keep playin, you will look like a gyro [Verse 2] Yo, ga'head and hate me hater 'cause I’m flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am) Well, you’ll get SMACKED with the radiator And I get catered player - wanna talk? Maybe later Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!) Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke Ya dead broke, yet folks the j**els are like AIYYO!! And you’ll get yolked up, switchblade poked up b**h-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes) Cowboy roped up, y’all boys sold what? Know what? The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here) Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up! Get close up, soaked up, I’m KG, postup Hoe, s*ut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts Family gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half) Y’all doped up, this game is sewed up Malcolm X tell the white b**h yo, I want my toes s**ed [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo, I’d rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six My twelve and twelve - well, they carry my bricks and them twelve-twelve fiends, they’re married to sniff And the V12, that's on various trips [laughing] Y’all make a brotha laugh, me I took another path Come into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble baths Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose Pull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?) Duck duck, say goose Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus (Jesus) H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops See me, then they don't, I disappear, say POOF! Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth Not pot, mean dust when a n***a say juice k**a! k**a.. [Chorus] [Outro] You know what it is, n***a - Harlem 140th & Lennox, you f*ggot n***az can s** a dick, f** n***az Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana Nebraska - Omaha, what's happenin? Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is I'll be home soon, k**a! Milwaukee, Wisconsin Waddup, Leche? Yo Happy, I'ma drop another package off Duke on that Westside of Chicago [laughs] Waddup everybody in Columbus? [fades]