Cam'ron - To The Top lyrics

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Cam'ron - To The Top lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] This sounds like a musical I guess it is a musical k**a! [Begin Hook: "It's Time I Made it to the Top"] Dipset, b**h! This is for anybody that had to go out and hustle Had to go out and get they own Never had anybody give them anything Let's do it C'mon! Uh! [End Hook] [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Why it feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money, if I'm moving weight? f**ing with Jorge Up on Broadway, had me in a hallway Come on primo, I ain't got all day This sh** he called yay was white like the Aspens I got home, that white was some Aspirin Took to tenement despite what had happened Beat up lieutenants, had fights with the captains Over loot I kept hammers on the roof And word to grandma I was cute With my bandana on the boot I realized I wanted cameras on the coupe And I couldn't get that jam And standing on the stoop This don't move me money This chicken wing, new kick, cab fare and movie money [Female Acquaintance] What about my hair? [Cam'ron] Don't think your b**bies funny But the rest is re-up Next week should do me honey [Female Acquaintance] Next week? [Cam'ron] You know I got to get the block back popping, you know [Begin Hook: "It's Time I Made it to the Top"] I'm 'a get us right though, trust me baby Yo I'm gonna get on a serious grind, for real I just need a down chick, you with me ma? You with me? [End Hook] [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Hey yo I don't think it's fair hun, that I wear guns Cop work, hustle hard and can't get your hair done So you with me ma? [Female Acquaintance] I'm with you pa [Cam'ron] Yo, you start the car I'm 'a split this cigar Our relationship: Throat to penis I know, but Cam's about dough, I mean this I got a spot close to Phoenix I take suggestions But you can't coach a genius So you with me lady? [Female Acquaintance] I'm with you baby [Cam'ron] Good, I'm 'a load the eighty Cause this flip is crazy And I'm too wanted But you sell to anybody who want it One gram, two hundred You playing twenty-eight You flip a hundred daily That's seventeen, too Soon you'll understand me I'm 'a make it ma' [Female Acquaintance] Yeah, you'll make it boo [Cam'ron] I'm 'a make it pop, you know where I'm taking you [Female Acquaintance] Where you taking me? [Cam'ron] To the top, ma [Begin Hook: "It's Time I Made it to the Top"] I did it this time Look at your boy Look at me, ma! [End Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] So you see I'm on the dee-low, mister I will creep your sister To my crib in Jersey Rio Vista All the wrist got deserved to flow bossy My murder hoes flossy in that Sergio Rossi My squad is the realest I thank God that you feel us Me and Jim's the real Arnold and Willis We armed in gorillas Cause it's Diff'rent Strokes on the block, but… [Begin Hook: "It's Time I Made it to the Top"] [End Hook]