[cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feel sorry for who!!
Gave you head before i stormed in
Muthafucka, any problem yo i want in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are boardin
The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
We all know how you get your money
Don't insult me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, i chill
But we are about to split this muthafucka
Like sugarhill
See your man
He thinks he's wise
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
Yo, i'm related to him
And i'll put eight through him
When i skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know is take to him
And before it's over
I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real quick, real sick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll have this whole fuckin clip
On some raw dog shit
Close that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store really could fulfill my needs
Got now and later seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middle of harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
But ya'll is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Like five-0
[chorus]-2x's
In america the product is coke and weed
In china, the product is dope and speed
The columbians got the coca leaves
But in harlem, niggas like to plot and scheme
[cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mil' a week
And my niggas on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beat
So give us half
Or i guarantee baby
You gonna feel the heat
And i'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of july
So if you wanna chat
We can
Posted: 28.07.2004
