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[Jay-Z]uh huh, yeah[Cam'Ron]This goes to all my hustlers, entertainersAnd of course, athletes in the struggle[Verse 1]Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get noneShit, I was part of the some get noneThe ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbsWired, real tired, till my lungs are doneAfter all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scentedReport card like the speed limit55-55 expellableIf your nice they make sure that you eligiblePretty final, '92 played the city finalsPretty swift, real mvp, and 55thI can hoop, yoAll-American in my age group, yoRaised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)Uh, but why they let a thug on campusAll i did was rob and mug on campusSliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campusAt the toast got bad, payed the price on campusForgot about ball, I was done dudeNow I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of TexasCall moms, she dont want the phone actShe dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]Cause the streets is a short stopEither you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot[Verse 2]Yo, yo, ayoComin back home, I thought it'd be coolBut everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'See me on broadway, know what im buyin'Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'nShiesty again, no where without ironSeems like my school life self destroyedFuck gettin' a job, BIG self employedSlugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thingPlayed ball on the weekend, 300 a gameTill one of the workers pulled a small caseMouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all lacedI was slangin, but wasnt a kingpinA slow case n', verdict probationTryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored thatSaid, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"See what happen', stopped the crackin'Start rappin', quit the clappin'[Chorus][Verse 3]Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crimeBut no matter what, yo, always used to rhymeSo in that i became more curiousFuck bein' up north delirious, more seriousUh, so Killa did mixtapesCEO's heard, now here come big cakeBut one cat said Cam you better recoupBefore you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoopBut Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and lootThe best rap deal of all time next to SnoopMoney more the clutch, money more the touchI dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, butyeahYo, the rap game remind me of the crack gameNiggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,for dat fameThrowa UntertainmentSport, Drugs, EntertainmentTill the arrainment, Killa[Chorus][Cam'Ron]That's how it go on my blockMad props, let off mad shotsAll my peoples out there tryin' itDis a problem for they environment, killaSports, Drugs, EntertainmentTill the arraignmentmore