(Cam`Ron)
How y`all doin` out there?
I wanna welcome y`all back
Welcome some of y`all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y`all don`t fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what`s good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what`s good?
(Kay Slay)
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
(Cam`Ron)
El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck` hold up, hol`, yo man
(Kay Slay)
Yo son
(Cam`Ron)
What`s good?
(Kay Slay)
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
(Cam`Ron)
Slap her?
(Kay Slay)
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
(Cam`Ron)
Off the bat?
(Kay Slay)
Off the bat, just backhand her
(Cam`Ron)
Why`s that, though?
(Kay Slay)
`Cause later on down the line
You ain`t never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
Cam, you don`t treat me the way you used to
(Cam`Ron)
*Laughing* That`s what I`m sayin` nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don`t understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?
(Kay Slay)
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That`s cause ya game is tight
(Cam`Ron)
Oh, nah, not me Ka`, I`m talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...
(Verse)
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y`all be calling me daddy, cause
The Rag Muffin y`all soon say
Y`all fuck around with brother Num-say
Y`all gonna see doomsday
I`m a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I`m older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain`t concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin` ya moms
Hauntin` ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then I`m gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I`m bananas
Cops come for dope it`s a damper
I`m low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Don`t follow me, Stan-a
If you do, I`m blowin` the hammer
That`ll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain`t finished, that`s just the start
You`ll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I`m taking myself
All the achin` I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin What`s the problem ma? I ain`t ballin?
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin`
(Kay Slay)
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Let`s get down to business, Harlem
