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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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Let Me Work
(Verse) I'm smoking killa same color as lavender I be with killas, millionaires, scavengers And my own car often play the passenger The girl is down (point 4, I'm bangin er) Well my status, the lavish karats attracted her But where the movie set? I see a lot of characters It's acrobatic, my flip with no spatula I get the water from the Seattle – I'm a marinar Dom it's Africa, be with my Dominicans Clues dig from Italy, my connect well he Mexican Account at Switzerland, bad bitches in Michigan Women friends say I'm priver than moments in timberland
(Interlude) Next up we have Harlem's own Queen of the ring Hustle!
(Verse) I can never give you all a glisten clear While I'm soakin heaters and hammers my gorillas go bananas Fuck shit, bitch hoe Sorry, excuse my grammar I'm used to ignorant shit, none of my hoes got manners But let's roll the ninas, Them girls, we live in Finland I'm movin like a beamer I'm talkin ladies being innocent If I'd send shots to them from the bar On camera if a nigga get that in a shootin star Without the stay I'm stuck All that fly look, daddy get yo boss hit If I want you killed I'd pull strings, you know guitar shit Hey, it's that yo whole team? I could make a collage quick Bullets jumpin in the ground, something like a mosh pit La crème levy and I be ridin with some riders Drive an Impala, pull up right beside ya Hand out the window, start blammin at yo driver Claim you won drama but we swim into Nirvana
(Interlude) Next up we have Harlem's own street battler loveness He really needs no introduction I like to call him Beloved
(Verse) I pray he blessed every youngin that's tryna make the ledge Be smart learnin, make sharp turns on a razor's edge Just to put food on the table spread, keep the babies fed A real man rather stay ahead fore he stay in bed You take yo meds this morning you know yo name Jack Black, these white boys tryna remain fat Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jumpin down and engage pack, mainstream and a main match Watch but don't ride on the other side of the train track So sure, nothing more than the trouble Lord Buzz the door, hug the floors up against the wall Some record like miracle with the other swords Love involved, I put the mother ship in the motherboard Is it the truth? Can you feel it? I'll give you proof Niggas root for me in the 13, Piggy Booth 50 rude niggas can't do nothing when the witties shoot You hear the snoop, gin and juice rappers Please let me work
(Interlude) Next up we have the 14 year old street dog, yall ready? Hold on Chris Miles
(Verse) But anyway lolololoook White kid but I make this shit on this game when I pick up the pace Gonna piss on they families It's just because a youngin doing better they favorites, have that I'm a beast at the case T3 I'm avenged, now they wanna get me all up in they playlist Give me the crown back, king to these whack ass Grind cuz my backstab's after the count stack stack stack Kick flows like a brown house kid would allow Not down for the countdown Try for the 50's, last down to the man Cuz you know he's doing down down down down wut? Say dudes get no love I've been going through this hustle til both my lungs breakin those Hold up these basic and sees it's too late But my friend you should pray to yo maker and bow down To me every beat that I see is deceased cuz you already know that I chow down And I swear to God I'll paralyze your pair of eyes Of every second that you see me And I can't even bother with these random guys Who been talkin trash, can you please gone? On every song I'm off in the competition I got beat up in school, now dudes be sayin they tryna chill and shit but no Homie just back off or my slap a rapper swag off Get it crackin like a couple chiropractors at yo back door See ya
(Outro) Ok next up we have What? I'm not going after that little kid You crazy, you ain't just hear what he just said? Shiiit
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