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[Cam'ron:](Chorus)Why I feel like I'm losin' weightWhy I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weightWhy my life depend on what I'mma do todayWhy I can't move awayIt's just you and me, without the scrutiny,bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogyMake sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearlsBefore a nigga under the worldWhen I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spitYou can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservativesHe got hit up that same nightEver since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tightPuns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen hereBooger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swearI was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western UnionShort like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruinedPhony checks was fluent, listen hear me outI'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes copsWhere the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stopThe pain don't stop, but my reign don't stopAin't no lockouts, the game don't stopEvery month you change yo locks, change yo spotsGet a little smart, want to change yo rocks Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, moneyYou got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? moneyBut if I get knocked, I ain't got no bailBut I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jailSee I came a long way that's livin' the wrong wayThat's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, heyYou wanna be a star, you have ya own dayFrom where they play ball, drink and get buzzedReminiscin' on what a good kid he wasI don't know what happened, all he did is what he lovedThat's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosaryFuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker[Chorus(Prodigy):][Prodigy:]I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall murder rap, clown niggas back down yallStraight like that, yall niggas fuck around yoBandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bulletI live the street life ya heard, guns money and birdsGet dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearlsWhere I was placed, put between the wrong style thunCapital P, you know whats the outcomeBout some, but never put out the stout gunsDon't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run fromFor all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoesWho real ??? check me out thoughThe most ill, more drama than DenzelMore liver than the park fights at Sunny CarsonMe and Killa Cam, live at the carbon it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shitand niggaz flashin' crazy[Chorus(Cam'ron)]more