(feat. Prodigy)

[Cam'ron:]

[Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight

Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
Why I can't move away
It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,

(*##$es screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls

Before a ^!$$% under the world

When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side

And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
^!$$%s don't deserve to live, go and get a mother$#&@er

if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
He got hit up that same night
Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight

Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
I was doin', Lex persuin', ^!$$%s wired like Western Union

Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks
Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money

You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail

See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

>From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved

That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
$#&@ this rap %#@!, I'll die for mine, mother$#&@er


[Chorus: Prodigy]

[Prodigy:]

I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall
murder rap, clown ^!$$%s back down yall
Straight like that, yall ^!$$%s $#&@ around yo

Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
Thug %#@!, I keep a beamed out fifth
Is you fiend out (*##$, catch a gleamed bullet

I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun

Capital P, you know whats the outcome
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
Don't let ya mouth get you in some %#@! ya legs run from

For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
Who real ??? check me out though
The most ill, more drama than Denzel

More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon
it's crazy, ^!$$%s throwin' they %#@!

and ^!$$%z flashin' crazy

[Chorus: Cam'ron]