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[Cam'ron] 
I'm here now! 
Ha! Ha! 
I'm here now! 
They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b! 
They done fucked up lettin me in Un 
They done did it to themselves man! 
Eh yo  you see him 
Cam in the BM 
Wit the Koreans 
To G 'em 
Wit land in Korea 
Take the leer jet flight 
When? 
Thursday night 
Overseas 
No fuck up is worth they life 
Huh  you niggas heard me right 
Uggh  for that persian white 
I go to church of christ 
Search a life 
Enough to cut a nigga from his merchandise 
My niggas ball for weight 
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes 
To make em frosted flakes 
Oh, these jewels on my neck 
You say are out of sight 
My shit cost a cake 
You think you can afford a date 
I thought I'll let you know 
That my crew 
We intend to blow 
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence 
And muthafuckin end your show 
When I say no 
What don't you understand the N or O 
Like that nigga Jigga said 
Yo, you either friend or foe 
So respect my wish 
I'm a perfectionist 
And wit the gun 
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss 
Check the kid 
How many necks I twist 
Who expected this 
Exodus 
Flow over night 
Or even sex a bitch 
But I can get her 
Anytime I hit her off 
On my dick so bad 
I need Cochran to get her off 
Ask my nigga Digga 
Or my other nigga Mr. Ross 
I pray you get across 
To make it that you get across 
And, chumps like you 
Get mad and wanna holler rape 
But you live in the burbs' 
Your business is on the holidays 
Chorus 
[Noreaga] 
Now where my up north niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my down south niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my east side niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my west side niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my Harlem World niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my Iraq niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my N.O.R niggas at 
Wha What! 
Now where my Cam'ron niggas at 
Wha What! 
[Cam'ron] 
Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll 
I don't wanna rhyme 
I just need to talk wit ya'll 
How ya'll feel about me 
Yo, I think I'm pretty hot 
Cause when I rhyme 
Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop 
Then pull they skully down 
And put their ice grill on 
Like they don't trust a nigga 
And walk around the club 
Like they bout to crush a nigga 
I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga 
No need to boast 
Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga 
You got to love a nigga 
The way I rhyme what 
Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up 
Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up 
Next day same ice grill along the lineup 
Ya'll niggas' time up 
No mean to trouble you 
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W 
What you mad about? 
I see alot of types of drawers 
I got alot of hoes 
But I'm really, really liking yours 
Not to nag her 
Wonder if I can bag her 
It ain't if I can have her 
It's how I'm gonna have her 
I'm a lay her like a quarterback 
On her back 
On the mat 
Found out that you wanna act 
We ran through her 
You want her back? 
Come on wit that 
You trick a hoe 
But when the bitch leaves 
You fuck around and miss the hoe 
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe 
Choke and threaten the killer 
Like her last name's Carlisimo 
Listen yo 
Trick the hoe and get her doe 
That was pryor like Richard yo 
See I done been around the world 
See I met Puff and I no Mason 
But still the best nation 
Nigga is donation 
So let me hold somethin 
Yo, you can't change my livin 
This robbery's a holiday 
Call it Thanksforgivin' 
Cause you a turkey 
Talkin bout you sell weight 
Nigga you had soul mates 
I had sell mates 
But now 
I''ve been in the same three hummers 
For the same three summers 
And my dice game loves me 
and stays on the same three numbers. 
Chorus

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