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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 UnThey done did it to themselves man!Eh yo, you see himCam in the BM Wit the KoreansTo G 'emWit land in KoreaTake the leer jet flightWhen?Thursday night OverseasY'all fuck up it's worth your lifeHuh, you niggaz heard me rightUggh, for that persian whiteI go to church of christSearch a lifeFirst to cut a nigga for his merchandiseMy niggaz ball for weightSprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakesTo make em frosted flakesOh, these jewels on my neckYou'll say the Lord I'm savedMy shit cost some cakeYou think you can afford a dateBut yo your men should knowThat my crew, we intend to blowTreat you cats like Martin LawrenceAnd motherfuckin end your showWhen I say noWhat don't you understand the N or OLike that nigga Jigga saidYo, you either friend or foeSo respect my wish I'm a perfectionistAnd wit the gunIs the only time a nigga plays catch or kissCheck the list, how many necks I twistWho expected this, ExodusBlow over night, or even sex a bitchBut she catch feelings everytime I hit her offOn my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her offAsk my nigga DiggaOr my other nigga Mr. RossThe point we get acrossTo make it that you get acrossAnd cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rapeBut you live in the burbs'Your business is on the holidays[Chorus][Noreaga]Now where my up north niggas atWha What!Now where my down south niggas atWha What!Now where my east side niggas atWha What!Now where my west side niggas atWha What!Now where my Harlem World niggas atWha What!Now where my Iraq niggas atWha What!Now where my N.O.R niggas atWha What!Now where my Cam'ron niggas atWha What![Cam'ron]Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'llI don't wanna rhymeI just need to talk wit ya'llHow ya'll feel about meYo, I think I'm pretty hotCause when I rhymeNiggas grab they dick and diddy bopThen pull they skully downAnd put their ice grill on Like they don't trust a niggaAnd walk around the clubLike they bout to crush a niggaI get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a niggaNo need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a niggaYou got to love a nigga The way I rhyme whatCause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs upWildin all out and not carin where they wind upNext day same ice grill along the lineupYa'll niggas' time upNo mean to trouble youI'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.WWhat you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jawsI got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yoursNot to nag her, wonder if I can bag herIt ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have herI'm a lay her like a quarterbackOn her backOn the matFound out that you wanna actWe ran through herYou want her back?Come on wit thatYou kiss a hoeBut when the bitch leavesYou fuck around and miss the hoeOh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoeChoke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's CarlissimoListen yo, trick the hoe and get her doughThat was Pryor like Richard yoSee I done been around the worldSee I met Puff and I know MasonBut still the best nationNigga is donationSo let me hold somethinYo, you can't change my livinThis robbery's a holidayCall it Thanksforgivin'Cause you a turkeyTalkin bout you sell weightNigga you had soul mates, I had cell matesBut now I've been in the same three hummersFor the same three summersAnd my dice game loves meand stays on the same three numbers[Chorus]more