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[Cam'ron]Yo, turn me up some b!I'm about to lace ya'll Check it outI'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas!Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!See the drug game was always the man's sportThat's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams boughtOn the transport kept it inside the JansportA real hooty game, we ain't care who we blameShit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aimYou know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approachActing like a kind host but gettin time for a roachA little indoThat's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbosIt's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoeIt don't take much to make her Just take her to a place where It's niceShow her the ice and might give her a fake furCause girls I control them classyOld and sassyOld and nastyI ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed meBut now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzyJust a while ago I was rollin badlyWe was on the low wit AggieBut now what have weRange Ro' and Navy life sizeMy girl yo she slices piesA benz is what my wife drivesYou know Qeet' niggaExecutive thugBut she respects me and lovesDon't let your head meet her slugUntil she sprayed out and layed outIneffections of bloodA lil' thick chick that'll click quickDo anything for the dick dickYou know what else that puzzles me?I find this shit a riddleHow come when you got a lot?People say you got a littleLike they say you act a little funnyCause you got a litte moneyAnd you did a little song andMade a little moneyOh, you know my favoriteOh, you think you a little star Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little carI prove they all are liarsSaying that they got a fireHang em up on a barber wireYo, you think you got attireTo the point like StoudamireYeah I'm a harsh nigga That drink hard liquorA six benz car getterYou know Digga He ain't rich He's a star figurePlatinum deepHangs with JewsChills up at their barmitzfah'sHe loves the hooligansNow we eat at houlihans'sSeen Ed Lover and Doctor DreWe told them niggas Who the ManPulled the toast out on these niggas one timeAnd even Cuda ranYou know that I'm a skitzoWho listens to calypsoBut I'm quick thoughAnd old school like Hungry Hungry HippoAsk my Queens niggaz how I get dough kikoNow I beat up clicks, eat up chicksAsk my man how I beat up shitAnd when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quickEvery six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. IdesEvery hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high!I've been hotterSince I was in pampers hittin pinatasYou win nadaCome on I got put on by Mase and Big PoppaSo I'm glad you sat downI ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats downHe spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap townsBut me I never back downMy mother, she can sign thatI know you're thinkin' that It's bout that timeNigga I wanna rewind thatSo go ahead and rewind it faggotmore free lyrics