Let's do it! Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye Listen - I been coppin them pieces Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin But I'm gettin head She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir) I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked out and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) Who ill? A check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring And I'ma hold them things Look - talk to 'em Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop +Blocka Blocka+ the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being +Bout It+ If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) Little niggaz need to sit up and read If the town's too hot, get up and leave Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's forever Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust I used to hop the bus Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush Shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile Hundred grand, I demand it Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child And that's forever man (Cam'ron speaking over fading beat) You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man