Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron Shanghai Lyrics

           

    [Cam'ron]

    Shut the fuck up punk!

    Give me that shit!

    You feel sorry for who!!



    Gave you head before I stormed in

    Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in

    I'm here to win

    Every mornin

    I'm yawnin

    While ya'll are boardin

    The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in

    Meat, rice, and poultry

    We all know how you get your money

    Don't insult me

    Shutup

    For me not steppin

    You can fault me

    Yeah, I chill

    But we are about to split this muthafucka

    Like SugarHill

    See your man

    He thinks he's wise

    Tell him chill

    He ain't the only one with chinky eyes

    Yo, I'm related to him

    And I'll put eight through him

    When I skate though him

    And my co-d

    I don't think you know is take to him

    And before it's over

    I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma

    And yo, your wife keeps twitchin

    Than we both can bone her

    Real quick, real sick

    Pull out dick

    Then nigga go on and riff

    I'll have this whole fuckin clip

    On some raw dog shit

    Close that gate

    It's time to negotiate

    Now your store really could fulfill my needs

    Got now and later seeds

    Niggas need dungarees

    We in the middle of Harlem

    What we need for them ski's

    That's the coverup nigga

    For the weed, guns, and keys

    But ya'll is gettin live though

    I ain't gonna cry yo

    I just wanna get paid off, nigga

    Like five-0



    [Chorus]-2x's

    In America the product is coke and weed

    In China, the product is dope and speed

    The Columbians got the coca leaves

    But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme



    [Cam'ron]

    Now your store grose

    A mil' a week

    And my niggas on the block

    Yo, we feel is sweet

    But we been livin here forever

    Can you feel our beat

    So give us half

    Or I guarantee baby

    You gonna feel the heat

    And I'm a little bit high

    Save a little and you die

    Send a blizzard through your store

    In the middle of July

    So if you wanna chat

    We can

    If you wanna scrap

    We can

    But I feel like Jackie Chan

    Exactly man

    Kong Fu

    Murder thoughts like John Woo

    I'm here for Bi

    Not to con you

    Now it's a done deal yo

    There ain't no bluffin kid

    And tell your wife don't move

    I know where that button is

    Yo, I would hate to have to bust her

    That's petty black

    Matter of fact get out the way

    I know where that maschetti at

    Give me that

    Blamm!!!

    That's when the chink goes flip

    Then grabs me like Spock

    On some Bruce Lee shit

    And his wife had a grenade

    That's when my niggas sprayed

    And in a puddle of blood

    Is where that bitch laid

    But this ain't have to happen yo

    Man you see the weed for real

    Nigga let me go!

    Back up off me!

    Damn that was a close one

    Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son

    That's Word to mutha!

    You don't know how deep we are

    Give them them tapes

    Ya'll got VCR's

    Yeah, three of 'em

    But back to the topic

    My deal to the floor

    In a week

    I can bring about 10 thou to the store

    Yeah, I know I know I know

    That's not near to what your crew had

    But we doin this together

    Nigga that's too bad

    Now here's the deal either take it or leave it

    Cause see these guns

    We can take it or squeeze it

    Now everything is set up

    Right?

    I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight

    You know meya, the nigga wit China white

    They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight

    They kind of tight

    Now if I here things behind the hype

    I'll put a contract on your life

    And you sign it right

    The first day

    So have my money Thursday

    Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day

    In the worst way



    [Chorus]



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