Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron The Roc (Just Fire) Lyrics

           

    [Memphis Bleek]

    Yeah...yeah, nigga...

    Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?

    It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!



    My break I'm fresh off it

    I never change, I'm stuck in these ways

    Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)

    But I'm-a do it for my enemies

    They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be

    Now what that sound like?

    Plus they know what a clip get down like

    Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels

    Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel

    I live this way it's real...dog...no joke

    Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels

    Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip

    Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch

    So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley

    The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60

    For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click

    So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog

    M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me

    Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?

    We all criminals but live like a diplomat

    We get low, when the dough low, get it back



    [Beanie Sigel]

    Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand

    How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam

    Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man

    We run the spot, drop ceilings fam...

    Hit the wall drop ceiling fans

    Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van...

    Up with killers man

    And line the trunk

    Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump

    The coach walk you through and he grind you up

    What-chu want the dope or the weed?

    How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?

    How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?

    Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast

    And keep a wack that'll gag ya back

    Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks

    It's the Broad Street Bully bitch

    I bully niggaz on the broadest streets

    I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK!

    Know my rules when the barrel get hot

    When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear...

    Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)

    Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!)

    Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it

    South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL

    On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel...



    [Cam'ron]

    (Killa! Killa!)



    Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks

    I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks

    Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes

    Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8

    I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000

    That to 100,000, in front-a housin'

    Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in

    I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'

    It's the top don, glock palm, dot com

    Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman

    And I'm extra scary

    CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

    All for information...it ain't necessary

    They in love like the 14th of February

    Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off

    It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th

    Halloween or Memorial Day

    At your memorial be one year from today

    All y'all think it's peace and peachy

    I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock...

    Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies

    Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..."

    Calm down ma, easy easy

    Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy

    Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me

    He ain't no tease but measly

    Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...





    *scratches*

    You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z]

    Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel]

    ROC-A-FELLA

    When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z]

    *scratches*

    KILLA! [Cam'ron]

    *scratches*

    Beanie Sigel, and Bleek!

    EASY!

    Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek]

    Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a

    ROC in this muh *scratches* muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]



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