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Cam'ron

"Good Morning America"

[Don]
I dont f*ck no more
Yeah n*gga huuh? huuh?
Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh?
Flame thrower yeah yeah
Uhh

n*ggas remind me of slappin a bunch of words
Darkness swirls, it's 20 n*ggas brushin curbs
Got the blocks on off n*gga cautious style
Yeah you hot but I'm ??? now
Put up the gun in your mouth no more talking now
Shell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound
Hitmen, slickmen can't bang with us
Clips & spit 10 n*gga aim & bust
Can't discuss, the facts just clutch your mac
Hope your mans got enough heart to bust back
Can't touch you with the words, I'ma let my gat do it
Strap with the clark, infrared attached to it
Long-out scoop see if you can dash through it
Cause when the burner split I'm burning the strip
Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip
What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats
Whaaat!?

[Cam'Ron]
Killa Killa uhh
Yo, yo, yo
I know exactly what's wrong with you
And it made me so mad I won't do that song with you
All them n*ggas over there, they look strong to you?
Guns look long to you?
In fact, give me your change, no longer belongs to you
Or do you stop flirting? Dip the clip in the bar, n*gga pop something
n*gga outside the club you wanna pop something
Now a n*gga drive through I got the pop something
Spin out the black gunning, no n*gga we not running
Killa got first to count 9 mil', my gun and my bankaccount
I'm God Divine, im hard to find
I got a gutter mouth its listed n*gga
From my baby mothers house
I know you loved her out, dugged her out
I wanna harden your spouse, n*gga borrow my mouth
???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my gun, remaining on the run
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa

[Lil' One]
I dont play y'all n*ggas, I spray y'all n*ggas
Leave bodies roasted, flame y'all n*ggas
I dont game y'all b*tches, I tame y'all b*tches
D-1 told me aim for the riches
A cool kid scared of the bid, i heard stories
Locked up in jail, that ain't nothing for me
Now you gotta be gunned down to be a legend
One vest, two gats just for protection
Never was a showoff, my guns go off
Kept it in the closet, damn they got to go off
Took it outside, blazed it in the sky
Was it just me? It was boosting my high
I feel thugged out, me & you can slug out
Bullets in the field now they coming in the dug out
Shut down the club-house, lock out like NBA
Ya'll n*ggas shine cause One been away
Bust out the barrell of a ?? ashtray
So dont ya'll get it wrong
Shots hit your mind & body
Watch the soul drip on when the clip on
n*ggas better get long
Lil' One n*gga

[Floss]
Aiyo you n*ggas that i get yo dough
Bag yo' wife might hit cha hoe
n*ggaro, who split the flow
How make it hot when the the six blow?
Floss get inside again
Harlem n*ggas be all the same
Playa Haters you bought you lock the chain like bulletflame(?)
5 Platinum overseas
Over here goes close to 3
n*ggas wanna get close to me
Rob me put that toast to me
Never that dont let me spit 11 at cha head & back
Take that cat, go 100's in you coffin
n*gga rest with that, you easy to match
Its plain to see, that there is nuttin but floss in me
There is nuttin but game in me
Dart, from six rangers three
Playaz keep on playin on
Hataz keep on hatin on
That player with that blazer on
Iced out with them gaters on
Vacant Lot, we make it hot
To your ?? to yo block
Take your guns its fo your shots
To faking n*ggas that fake alot
Why u poppin brand new boots with trees on em
My n*ggas cop brand new coupes with beeps on em
Floss, Floss, Floss, Don, One

Yeah Yeah (chikachika)
99 n*gga, 99 What the f*ck
Vaca, Vaca, Vacant Lot, n*gga n*gga Hot

EXPLOSION
(Cam'Ron) LIVE ON LENOX!!!!

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