, just slap her Off the bat? Off the bat, just backhand Why's that, though? 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you "Cam
last confession (Minister) 21? That seems like a very long time for you to miss confession my son (Cam) Yeah but I'm only 19 (Minister) 19? (Cam)
This song is about young children Who live in single family homes and Their mother or father chooses their Boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
callin' me But naw you wouldn't understand I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin' me Ayo hit wit' at least ten, beat again Hey, Cam'ron
through wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like
, what You where my north side niggas at, wha, what You where my east side niggas at, wha, what You where my west side niggas at, wha, what You where my Cam'ron
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare And when
niggas splittin' the figgas wit' you boo, screw who? Incest, never dissed a kiss Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift Niggas like, you must've bent that she never would've spent that On Cam'ron
don't you rush to get old Mama used to say take it in your stride Uh, uh Killa Cam, mama used to say live your life Federica, live your life Ey yo Cam
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
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and tha cris' is gone You got kids and a man playin' Mr. Mom Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke 'Cause tha last time we did it tha condom broke {Cam
you with, we just hit bitch Hey pretty mama come with me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin' in a fantasy But it's really Cam'rons
Worries if I'm jigged or not And her stuff--hot and divine And the things she coppes--top of the line Baby is hot and divine Always poppin some wine And then she told me Cam
they talk and when they sit on the couch To how they Lick in they mouth and never shit in the house But I make, babies with babies Let the street drive 'em crazy They say "Cam
[Cam'ron] Yo turn me up some b! I'm about to lace ya'll Check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll
Let's rock and roll baby, Killa Cam Yea, So So Def, y'all know, Untertainment Y'all know, I'm here now, come on Ey yo, you wonder who I are? I guzzle
yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you Cam- Fuck that it's not a game Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that Cam- Man
