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[Cam'ron]Shut the fuck up punk!Give me that shit!You feel sorry for who!!Gave you head before I stormed inMuthafucka, any problem yo I want inI'm here to winEvery morninI'm yawninWhile ya'll are boardinThe store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn inMeat, rice, and poultryWe all know how you get your moneyDon't insult me ShutupFor me not steppin You can fault meYeah, I chillBut we are about to split this muthafuckaLike SugarHillSee your man He thinks he's wiseTell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyesYo, I'm related to himAnd I'll put eight through himWhen I skate though himAnd my co-dI don't think you know is take to himAnd before it's overI'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aromaAnd yo, your wife keeps twitchinThan we both can bone herReal quick, real sickPull out dick Then nigga go on and riffI'll have this whole fuckin clipOn some raw dog shitClose that gateIt's time to negotiateNow your store really could fulfill my needsGot now and later seedsNiggas need dungareesWe in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski'sThat's the coverup niggaFor the weed, guns, and keysBut ya'll is gettin live thoughI ain't gonna cry yoI just wanna get paid off, niggaLike five-0[Chorus - 2x's]In America the product is coke and weedIn China, the product is dope and speedThe Columbians got the coca leavesBut in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme[Cam'ron]Now your store groseA mil' a weekAnd my niggas on the blockYo, we feel is sweetBut we been livin here foreverCan you feel our beatSo give us halfOr I guarantee babyYou gonna feel the heatAnd I'm a little bit highSave a little and you dieSend a blizzard through your storeIn the middle of JulySo if you wanna chat We canIf you wanna scrap We canBut I feel like Jackie ChanExactly manKong FuMurder thoughts like John WooI'm here for BiNot to con youNow it's a done deal yoThere ain't no bluffin kidAnd tell your wife don't moveI know where that button isYo, I would hate to have to bust herThat's petty blackMatter of fact get out the wayI know where that maschetti atGive me that Blamm!!!That's when the chink goes flipThen grabs me like SpockOn some Bruce Lee shitAnd his wife had a grenadeThat's when my niggas sprayedAnd in a puddle of bloodIs where that bitch laidBut this ain't have to happen yoMan you see the weed for realNigga let me go!Back up off me!Damn that was a close oneNext time, your ass gonna play Bruce sonThat's Word to mutha!You don't know how deep we areGive them them tapesYa'll got VCR'sYeah, three of 'emBut back to the topicMy deal to the floorIn a weekI can bring about 10 thou to the storeYeah, I know I know I knowThat's not near to what your crew hadBut we doin this togetherNigga that's too badNow here's the deal either take it or leave itCause see these gunsWe can take it or squeeze itNow everything is set upRight?I got some girls that will be here sometime tonightYou know meya, the nigga wit China whiteThey got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sightThey kind of tightNow if I here things behind the hypeI'll put a contract on your life And you sign it rightThe first daySo have my money ThursdayCause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse dayIn the worst way[Chorus]more