Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron Harlem Streets Lyrics

           

    Killa (Killa)

    Dipset man

    Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man

    But ain't no place like Harlem man

    (Let) me break it down man



    [Verse 1]

    We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight

    Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China

    I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor

    Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya

    My mind designa, you a dime, I DIME ya

    Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer

    Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

    Then I HYMEN grind her, 'til her mom remind her

    Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm

    Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong

    Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along

    Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong

    First visit warn, day job tick a tron

    Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don

    Brother Chris and Don, and they sister CALM

    They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb

    Ima hit my man, tell em you my pick upon

    The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom

    You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm

    And they father come from a long lista dons

    And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers

    And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia

    But I give you an earful, it's tearful

    Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful



    [Chorus]

    Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?

    Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight

    My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year

    Cop a boat, COP A LEAR

    Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs

    You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

    Still the SCRUTINY, nothing they can do to me

    I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls

    When a nigga under the world



    [Verse 2]

    Everybody like Cam got the recipe now

    Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child

    Especially equities, wreckin we smile

    In the fear tech the tech and you detect that we wile

    The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles

    Hectic, heckler & koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales

    Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail

    Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

    I broke bread with the whales, fled from some seals

    And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit

    You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy

    Go to the gun show, get gun happy

    Stuck, killed, mugged, milt

    Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk

    Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells

    We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga

    Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains

    See dog? Rap is my aim

    But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game

    Attached to my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains

    It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range

    Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see

    Playboy, I don't own that man

    In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit

    And when I rap it ain't no punchlines

    I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

    No timeouts homeboy, just one time

    If they find that stashbox, just one time…

    Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk

    Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck

    They want that button, Lunge it and push it

    Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

    That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine

    Take my chances, one on one with the k9

    Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips

    Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips



    [Chorus]

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