[Cam'ron]

When it comes to these guns my men'll clap this

Bullets I will send you excess

I'm about to Reynolds Wrap this

Screw all the haters, blue is the gators

Do me a favor dawg don't do me no favors

I've put undercovers, under covers

Not only that I put guns to mothers

Sons and brothers, aunts, nieces, nephews

Cousins to in-laws, no one's above us

Guns in Ruckers (Ruckers) now no one can duck us

Your parents ain't shit, y'all the sons of suckers

Son of a bitch, I sell the slugs

Keep a shotgun like Elmer Fudd

You could tell the judge dawg

I sat in the cell with thugs

One year and eight months still felt the love (no homo, all good)

Act drastic killa, pack plastic

You rap black bastard get your cap clapped backwards

Round ice, I'm as nice as Gretzky

Dug Lewinsky NC like Mike Krzyzewski

Bomb missions, Saddam vision

But I send you a tape of your sister and your mom kissin'

My dick that is, see how foul them bitches is?

Four minutes they gon' lick my kids

But no presents, keep your Rolies

I don't want you to teach me or mold me

I don’t need you to hold me, lease me or loan me

Ma I ain’t gonna feed you a phony

Keep it as homies or leave me alone B

Apologize? I’m not sorry

I done came through got my jollies, undercovers say not the Ferrari

Yes he did do a part in dolly

What color he get? Hot tamale

Who in the car with him, Oh my god its Holly/Halle

Robinson and Berry, Fuck Eric Benet

Send slugs wherever you stay

Matter fact have her back, she was just used

She get married every two years the bitch is confused

Come to ice, I get it in cubes

Tried to get another bracelet, my wrist just refused

Bout time that I get at you dudes

If you wore size 30 couldn’t fit in these shoes

That cokey though, it fit in these shoes

Fuck the okie doke, opinion and views

Why you runnin, I’m gunnin, your linen is through

Bust you onion, a bunion, any limb you can lose

I spit rounds, to cut kids down

And I sign to the Roc man don’t suck dick now

Dame looked out signed a gem

It’s all creme de la creme, now run tell a friend

Cats say how I get out my deal?

Dawg I pulled out my steel, I’m bout it for real

I ran in the Sony buildings

Smack grown folks around like they were only children

No one outta line, cause they spotted nines

I want out an y'all sign on the dotted line

Word homie I ain't kidding you hops

Only one to leave Sony without getting dropped

I’m about getting Glocks, I’m about hittin blocks

I’m about findin bitches that’s about lickin cock

Niggas ballin but they hoopin' sloppy

Dudes are knocked kneed, coupes are droppy

Ask Luca Brasi

Before I come the mood be groggy

I hit four five, Hallelujah Papi

Yo I’m tryin to get through to Papi

I’m paying thirty-four and I want two from Papi

So you think you loc, we locer

You got that diplomat tattoo

We like coastra nostra

It’s perpetual, sit up in correctional

Come through shoot up a precinct like The Professional

Jim Jones get indicted just let me know

Put up the house buy the perico

We movin down to Mexico

Yeah there they won’t mention me

Call Tavisia we need new identities

You want Santiago

I’m Jose Perez, down there they don’t know them heads, shit

Who don’t think I’m the Don of Dons then bet me

Shit the way I bomb Saddam respects me

R-O-C, runnin that rap shit

Cam’ron, runnin that crack shit

Santana, runnin that gat shit

Beef nigga? that’s it, we come through and clap quick

Jimmy Jones, believe me that’s it

Fuck with Zeke you know you get slapped, bitch

I’m downtown, Gucci or Sack Fifth

Tricked on and licked on and yes by a bad bitch