CAMRON lyrics : "What My Niggas Want"
[Cam'ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't %#@! here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick (*##$, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler %#@!, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of %#@! is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? %#@! 37 hundred
I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit (*##$
[chorus: Busta Rhymes]
All my ^!$$%s who's ready to ride ^!$$%s, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul ^!$$%s, what what
money ^!$$%s, what what, thug ^!$$%s, what what,
grimy ^!$$%s, whatwhat,
Big gun ^!$$%s, what what
All my (*##$es that's ready to wild with me, what what
And $#&@ a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money (*##$es, what what, thug (*##$es, what what,
corporate (*##$es, what what
All the above (*##$es
[Cam'ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
crib burned, Jim Jones %#@! permed like big Ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a !@^%,
slapping a !@^%, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that %#@! happend before
(*##$ flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and $#&@ing
Ya heard
[chorus]
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