(feat. DJ Kay Slay)

[Cam'Ron]

How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa

We did it again, y'all don't $#&@ wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?

Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?


[Kay Slay]
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO


[Cam'Ron]
El Barrio up in this (*##$, aiyyo Kay
This (*##$ blowing up my mother$#&@in phone right now

Man, $#&@' hold up, hol', yo man

[Kay Slay]

Yo son

[Cam'Ron]

What's good?

[Kay Slay]

I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her


[Cam'Ron]
Slap her?


[Kay Slay]
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her


[Cam'Ron]
Off the bat?


[Kay Slay]
Off the bat, just backhand her


[Cam'Ron]
Why's that, though?


[Kay Slay]
'Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about

That chick telling you --
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"


[Cam'Ron]
[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' ^!$$%
But see the thing is with me

I don't understand how a (*##$ can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, $#&@, suck whoever
And then go give another ^!$$% her $#&@ing money

Knawmean?

[Kay Slay]

Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That's cause ya game is tight


[Cam'Ron]
Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another ^!$$%
I know my game is tight, ^!$$%, knowhaImean?

We getting ready set this %#@! the $#&@ off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...


[Verse]
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I $#&@ ya moms, make you my step son

Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all $#&@ around with brother "Num-say"

Y'all gonna see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words

Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A (*##$ that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn

Using a dope then I'm gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter

Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help

$#&@ my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin' I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
(*##$es dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'


[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, $#&@ all this rap %#@!, man
Let's get down to business, Harlem