Critics Cam'ron

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[Intro]
Man, listen
My life ain't nothin' but a bunch of eggs, nigga
I had to scramble to get to the sunny side, you feel me?
Yeah
Let's talk, nigga
Uh

[Verse 1]
Tony Soprano, north New Jersey where the GOAT is at
Gotham City, I'm right here where all the jokers at
South Miami, Bal Harbour, that's where the boat is at
Flea farms, we poppin', where the smokers at?
But I'm in a nigga crib, money, yeah, he owed me that
Now homie hidin' in the same place the coats is at
Talkin' through the door, "All you gotta do is givе me that"
AJ in the living room, grippin' on the mini MAC
Veezo got his girl, hе about to let the semi clap
Told him we about to put two where her memory at
But she gave it up, told us where every penny at
I said, "You could come out the closet now," like Jimmy Smacks
No stoppin' this, me and money monogamous
I promise this, try to come between it, apocalypse (Blaow)
I'm a lion, tiger, wolf, rhinoceros (What are you?)
You a liar, biter, herb, preposterous (Preposterous)
No gossiping, I don't deal with side talk
I don't look for spots, man, I park on the sidewalk
I told the cop, "Tow it, I don't care, I like to risk it
I'll have another car here before you write the ticket"