Cam'ron

Harlem Streets

Cam'ron


Killa (Killa) 
Dipset man 
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man 
But ain't no place like Harlem man 
(Let) me break it down man 

[Verse 1] 
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight 
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China 
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor 
Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya 
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya 
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer 
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina 
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her 
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm 
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong 
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along 
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong 
First visit warn, day job tick a tron 
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don 
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm 
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb 
Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn 
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom 
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm 
And they father come from a long lista dons 
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers 
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia 
But I give you an earful, it's tearful 
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful 

[Chorus] 
Why I feel like I'm loosin weight? 
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight 
My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year 
Cop a boat, Hop a layer 
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs 
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair 
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me 
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls 
When a nigga under the world 

[Verse 2] 
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now 
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child 
Specially equities, wreckin we smile 
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile 
The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles 
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales 
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail 
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog 
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals 
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit 
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy 
Go to the gun show, get gun happy 
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt 
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk 
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells 
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga 
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains 
See dog? Rap is my aim 
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game 
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains 
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range 
Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see 
Playboy, I don't own that man 
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit 
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines 
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time 
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time 
If they find that stashbox, just one time… 
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk 
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck 
They want that button, Lunge it and push it 
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes 
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine 
Take my chances, one on one with the k9 
Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips 
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips 

[Chorus]