Cam'ron - C.F.W.U. lyrics

Feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell (Verse: Cam'ron) Yo, I had a dream high 6, said k**ah Yo, k**ah, you put the real in rap And a star, man a star, he be stealin' that And those n***as uptown, we gon' be feelin' that But with that deepsh** sh**, you gon' be feelin' that f** the schools, jumped in and pushed the ceiling back And if it tires like the orange, I was peelin' that Pardon my absence, I was spendin' too much time In the Aspens, k**in' 'em off with a** spray I ain't talkin' snoops when I say skeet up And this movie money got me with my feet up Percentage do come in, I should name it the re-up We up, TV-e, no-one can defeat me Shawn, that n***a money made sponsored links The weather don't matter, I fly to a sunny day I backed out fact, man, who wanna come and play? You ain't got to run away, british, go put the gun yo waist (Verse: Jim Jones) I'm gone, I smoke spliff, sold my lungs Just lookin' in the fons with more clicks than saloons Cool sh**, wasteline, full clip them off Finish with the judges, with tha' bullsh** they on We started gifts with a train, dealt with part of the team In 98' k**a went platinum, then broke jaws for the team Them big stupid old mansions, ain't nuttin' change but the mansions I'm still in the cut with a bad b**h lettin' that champagne spill while I'm dancing The all by just text me, said the Lord's always gon' bless me I pray you, I got the gun on me, if a n***a eva try to scratch me I still k** for k**as, make one call for my dealer In a hall of war, in the summertime we still do four wheelers Rich proter, brick orders one n***a won six quarters Still f** on that white girl but I'm gettin' money with that b**h daughter (hey, molly) Brenda had a baby, when I had Mercedes I'm a serial k**a, just might stab yo lady (Verse: Hell Rell) Cam certified me on day one, I shot a n***a on day two Bought a Benz on day three, see why these n***as hatin' me? I'm mr. Rooga, I'm still as the shooter, baby We both got a Mac, but he's a computer Got yo sh** in the stupor, put yo b**h in the rooba She came back with a ten, I sent her back to her man He lookin' for me in the club, I'm in the back bustin' champ' 30 wracks in my hair, clap you and yo man b**h, spread the word, go tell 'em we dippin' again Shout out to Plugs, no name, but he settlin' in Ride around, drop Rarri, colors cinnamon temps Shootah got Glock, n***a sneeze and the n***a abyss Every time I pull up I look like a brick-a cooker Yo BM in my DM talkin' bout when we gon' hook up Somebody slipped her a pill, she on the bad back Straight shotta, k**a hunt n***as like a Mad Max Yeah!