[Intro: Cam'ron]

Had to do this far my man, Murph

[Intro: Don Q]

Don

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Killa!

HELLO!

Rip Murph!

[Verse 1: Don Q]

Talking to lead, I'm one of the last few

Had to get my respect, it was past due

Through with my past, I just reminisce when I pass through

Movin' them bags, tryin' to get 'em flipped 'til my stash grew

Shooters that blast over the nonsense when the cash blue

Ask who? He was there when nobody actually cared

Real shit, had to share his kicks for half of the year

And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping

Same nigga pull up to your door with the .40 knockin'

I got niggas quarter coppin', coke in the water, lockin'

All they ever knew was hustle, cause they never saw an option

I'm hearin' the sneak dissin', I'm tryin' to ignore the gossip

Third tape better be an earthquake before I drop it

I hear the hoes ponderin', I got a cult followin'

Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin'

I probably not the most known but I'm the most confident

The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant

I'm in need of a blessin', I'm blowin' weed to the heavens

Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin' in 7s

When you look in the mirror, nigga, and see your reflection

Is you really or not? That's the easiest question

I'm around OG's, that was sellin' keys out the Westin

Never leave ya protection, and never speak off confessions

Y'all niggas getting lost, when they only need a direction

Feel it when you look at his momma face, and see the aggression

DON!

[Hook: Cam'ron]

HELLO

Aw man

Harlem World

HELLO

High Bridge

HELLO

Bronx, Queens

HELLO

Brooklyn

HELLO

Staten Island

HELLO

Aw man

My bad ladies

HELLO

You gettin' money?

HELLO

You fuck with snitches?

HELL No

Ok

HELLO

HELLO

HELLO

Aw man

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

He know killers, y'all know Killa

Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas

Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas

R-I-P to Mike but I'm the real Thriller

I'm done with that though

I ain't beefin' with the family man

Shit I'm still in the PJ's like candy man

With dudes sellin' whole halves of candy yams

Despite that the garage look like Candy Land

Candy painted, ain't nothin' about me tainted

Drove every car, you name it, look homie, come get acquainted

Can't change it or rearrange it, disclaimer because I'm heinous

The 9 will make you famous, blaow! That's for the plaintiff

The gun range no goggles, the targets they testin' nozzles

The bullets they on point, them points you call hollows

In the club we get the bottles, we leave it we hit the throttle

Then pull up inside McDonald's with porn stars and models

Look nigga you can't erase me

Debate me, rape me, I'm Spacey

These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby, but you can taste me

The guns got no safety, in DC, for when they grazed me

And I ain't been postin' lately, y'all would really hate me

Yeah homie, it's a blessin', I'm here to answer the questions

I'm the OG Don Q was talkin' 'bout at the Westin

Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock

Niggas suckas, I'ma start sellin' lollipops

[Hook: Cam'ron]

HELLO

Aw man

She sniffed a line

HELLO

Damn that ass fat

HELLO

Down south

HELLO

Midwest

HELLO

West coast

HELLO

Aw man

HELLO

You gettin money?

HELLO

You actin funny?

Hell no

Ok

HELLO

HELLO

HELLO

Aw man