Cam'ron - My Block (Freestyle) lyrics

[Jim Jones:] Yo, my homey Cash, well he's gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine Cause, we live life to the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Now, uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers The nights could get chilly, the morning's much colder I've seen summers get cold And playa's do it up until the point and that they done and they fold They can't succumb to the cold Those of frostbitten, up north sitting Just like some f'n lost kittens They get locked up for carrying boy They doing time up in Marion, boy, uh I respect you You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy Dipset, Holla [Juelz Santana:] It's Santana, get ready December Messin with the gangstas, riders, uh uh Ya'll messin with some gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors Ya'll still want beef, then holla You think you 'bout it, get your piece and holla Squeeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow? Young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons Cocaine lessons to supply the towers, I had Before they crashed and divided the towers I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers Told you, you messin with a gangsta boy You messin with some gangstas, boy Don't do that You got coke, don't move that These blocks belong to us, homie Remember I told you that As for your boys, there's no more messages If I see you pumping, I'm steppin' in my weapons and I'm shooting off to the d**h of him If he try to run shots ahead of him He's already done and tell 'em (tell em) Welcome to New York City (uh ohh) No, Welcome to Dipset City (holla) And thanks to Cam, I'm Harlem's new anchorman Yes, chump, you should shake my hand Cause the coupé will make you too co*ky And I'm not gon' wanna talk to you dudes who move sloppy So move, watch me Stand still - don't move, watch me I'mma show you how to do this, yeah [Cam'ron:] I'm gonna break it down real quick, yo Ayo, look, dog, I bought villas Stayed in resorts, scrilla How extort k**a? I extort k**as Man I caught k**as, disarmed four k**as Cat frontin'?: pop pop, poor k**as Who more realer? Weed in the four wheeler Eff Mike, till you see me you never saw 'Thriller' Fishscale, fish scales, gorillas Dirty who*e want me to go raw, will ya? Smart Pisces fresh from the Archdiocese You got heart, fight me, I'll dearly depart wifey I'm Anfernee I do things the Hardaway Pardon me, Escalade, marmalade, mama stay And I send 'em where stars'll play And the dude cop a car today, color pink Chardonnay And I'll clap at ya man, clap the clappers Clap on clap off, clap at his hands Only thing he ever clapped was his hands He'll get bu*t-raped, duct-taped, the Michelin man, ba*tard Get in the van, listen to Cam, maggot Get in this van, listen to Cam, maggot Listen, let's bring it back, you know why? Cause this is the year when cats get shipped in the van Envision my plan, listen to me, listen I miss the era of the BMBB's I was ducking GMDC Had that scope, aim and I'll light ya Seen all islands, Caymans to Rikers Contain, detain, maintain, complain The game is for lifers I don't care I'll put flame in the fire Christian, athiest, you pray to Elijah Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya Cause with the SK Doggy I'm OK My AK was my AKA Before my ABC's had me A' OK I'll show you how to make 2 million out ya deal For the right price, I could get you out ya deal Smack ya CEO That's when the tec is soarin $4 mil from Def Jam & I ain't sold a record for 'em