[Verse 1: Nature]
Piranhas, the crib sicker than Madonna's
Gettin' more press then Elian Gonzalez
Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest, I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write, but it's never too soft
Snatch channels like I'm Disney
Half-grizzly, unexplained
When niggas see me, they duck, hopin' I pass quickly
Someone to laugh with me, get acquainted
They know exactly when a nigga's famous, or livin' dangerous
The kid got a glow like I just came home
Try to dull me, niggas that owe be hidin' from me
Changin' their names, screenin' their calls
The dreamcast in the crib, never leavin' at all
Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollas a game, let me polish my game
Withdrawin' at the bank, never deposit a thang
Yo, I gotta make a dolla wit' slang
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Yo, back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains
It's tradition — all I got? Whips and chains
All I did — flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the Range
Only a new 6 could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame
I don't deal wit' cheap blow
When I shoot, no block — sorta like a free throw
Can't miss
And one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?
Got me itchin' like it's dandruff?
You gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch
I'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like "Killa! When u come back out?"
Listen, I like rap, routine had to stop
Met a new connect, got it 18 a whop
Cops on payrolls, every block got blow
We fight every night, reunite and pop Mo'
That's how it is when you deal wit' me
And I don't feel tv
Only real tv
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you
Splatter your white eyes
That's only to make Saturday night live
Lookin for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake I got the right pies
Crashed up the four
But now the right five
Lookin for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say "cam stop ur route
Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out"
Listen, that there is strife, only fightin' is the doctor
And that's for your life
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what, I lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box, well here's four more rounds
Piranhas, the crib sicker than Madonna's
Gettin' more press then Elian Gonzalez
Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest, I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write, but it's never too soft
Snatch channels like I'm Disney
Half-grizzly, unexplained
When niggas see me, they duck, hopin' I pass quickly
Someone to laugh with me, get acquainted
They know exactly when a nigga's famous, or livin' dangerous
The kid got a glow like I just came home
Try to dull me, niggas that owe be hidin' from me
Changin' their names, screenin' their calls
The dreamcast in the crib, never leavin' at all
Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollas a game, let me polish my game
Withdrawin' at the bank, never deposit a thang
Yo, I gotta make a dolla wit' slang
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Yo, back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains
It's tradition — all I got? Whips and chains
All I did — flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the Range
Only a new 6 could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame
I don't deal wit' cheap blow
When I shoot, no block — sorta like a free throw
Can't miss
And one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?
Got me itchin' like it's dandruff?
You gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch
I'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like "Killa! When u come back out?"
Listen, I like rap, routine had to stop
Met a new connect, got it 18 a whop
Cops on payrolls, every block got blow
We fight every night, reunite and pop Mo'
That's how it is when you deal wit' me
And I don't feel tv
Only real tv
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you
Splatter your white eyes
That's only to make Saturday night live
Lookin for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake I got the right pies
Crashed up the four
But now the right five
Lookin for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say "cam stop ur route
Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out"
Listen, that there is strife, only fightin' is the doctor
And that's for your life
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what, I lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box, well here's four more rounds
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