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ft. DJ Kay Slay[Cam'Ron]How y'all doin' out there?I wanna welcome y'all backWelcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? KillaWe did it again, y'all don't fuck wit usSuck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the houseHarlem, you know what it is, what's good?[Kay Slay]You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO[Cam'Ron]El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo KayThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right nowMan, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man[Kay Slay]Yo son[Cam'Ron]What's good?[Kay Slay]I gotta tell you like my dog told meWhen you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her[Cam'Ron]Slap her?[Kay Slay]Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her[Cam'Ron]Off the bat?[Kay Slay]Off the bat, just backhand her[Cam'Ron]Why's that, though?[Kay Slay]'Cause later on down the lineYou ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"[Cam'Ron][Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' niggaBut see the thing is with meI don't understand how a bitch can go outRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoeverAnd then go give another nigga her fucking moneyKnawmean?[Kay Slay]Nah Cam, you gotta understandThat's cause ya game is tight[Cam'Ron]Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another niggaI know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaI'mean?We getting ready set this shit the fuck offJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...[Verse]Yo, yo, I advise you to step sonFor I fuck ya moms, make you my step sonY'all be calling me daddy, causeThe "Rag Muffin" y'all soon sayY'all fuck around with brother "Num-say" Y'all gonna see doomsdayI'm a savage but colderNow I rock karrots that I'm olderSee this parrot on my shoulder?He do the talking, I ain't concerned with wordsAct up, and be returned to the birdsI return with them birds, any 28 gramsA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birdsI be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya momsHauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawnUsing a dope then I'm gone backCobacabana, no joke I'm bananasCops come for dope it's a damperI'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to SavanaRush the crib, go in the hampterDon't follow me, "Stan-a"If you do, I'm blowin' the hammerThat'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heartI ain't finished, that's just the startYou'll be calling for back up, praying for helpFuck my life, I'm taking myselfAll the achin' I feltIn my crib at night, praying for wealthBitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'[Kay Slay]Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, manLet's get down to business, Harlemmore free lyrics