Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron I.B.S. Lyrics

           

    Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself

    This right here is a true story, check it out though



    [Verse 1]

    Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality

    Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy

    You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude

    Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude

    Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie

    It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy

    I become berserk, it was no fun to work

    Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt

    The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin

    Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin

    Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom

    But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)

    In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage

    They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts

    There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin

    Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine



    [Chorus]

    My baby mama, mama, and my grandma

    Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys

    This is a true story

    I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

    Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again



    [Verse 2]

    Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin

    He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin

    Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)

    My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner

    I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)

    What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)

    She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love

    If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)

    I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles

    Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle

    Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know

    I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's

    You know my attitude, get it how I get it

    If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot

    And oops, I thought I had it mapped

    Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend

    Dame mane I pained again



    [Chorus]



    [Verse 3]

    Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin

    Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota

    I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place

    For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace

    Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam

    Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram

    Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)

    The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS

    And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all

    Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all

    Get it, get it, get it, get it?



    [Chorus x2]

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