Cam'ron - Leave Me Alone, Part 2 lyrics

[Intro] b*tch! Uh! k**a! Uh! Dipset b**h! The Union(Uh huh!) Harlem! k**a! (Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life) Part 2! [Verse 1] I be like Move.. get out the way Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's who*es and pimps (pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, sh** I might splurger one Now I know a lotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done D I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one V Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+ No rubber sold, hardwood ba*tard Fitted, legitted, hardwood cla**ic k**a! Uh! (Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life) [Verse 2] Uh, that sh** you talk don't move me nada The dudes with the Q's be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's true we lava, who knew we'd prosper The game's a b**h, ooh we got her Shoes, Louie product groupies blah blah Santana, Zeke the kufi poppa We the movie SHOTTAS But it's really rude bois and rastas With a +Trailer Load of Girls+, excuse me Shabba I wish my homie could watch me Live +Happy Days+ like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and co*ky (DICE!!!) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em [Bridge] k**a! Talkin' tough? (Yo!), smokin' dust (Whoa!) f** with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust f** around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!) f** with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust f** around dawg, get ya head bust [Verse 3] k**a! Yo uh.. (Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life) I spend days on kawasakis Nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Richard Kuklinsky I style on New York, pile up my fork The Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York, doggy Cause I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say "Feed me Seymour" I say, "Feed me Dame, feed me Lyor" (billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours (pfft!) Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS just soars You GS-3, I'm GS-4 You in a lexus, I'm Gulf Stream 4 up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya a** down on God's Green Floor We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from neck to toe when I come deck ya hoe k**a! DipSet b**h! [Bridge]