Cam'ron - It's Goin' Down lyrics

Verse: Cam'Ron Who is it? k**a, boo Jigga what? Jigga who? He a motherf**ing jiggaboo Playa hater, I don't play them games You got beef with k**a? n***a, say my name You shy? He snorting raw or they reported wrong My paper long, I be on any resort you on The muscle muscle tussles I give I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live So get the K's, I'm Mr. K, he fish filet He only go to Marcy on Christmas Day You not Santa, f** clothes from Bertoff 'Fore you murk off, why don't you drop work off Or, sign a rapper from the borough, get off Jeezy dick And Rick Ross sh**, but he a jerk-off I done dust and fried him, the fans must oblige him Called the sandals slippers, can't justify them We the Byrdgang, you a bird head You do flip-flops, step up, Hermes I from the back blocks, the rats, the have-nots Only G4 I'm on is a laptop Got me over-depressed, n***a, Hov is a mess It's G5 minimum or Global Express Goddag, we living in Baghdad You got no style, dip inside the swag bag See bad past, Benz's, black Jag I'm tremendous, my pants from sack sag And the guns are imported and exquisite He out of retirement, Jordan on the Wizards