[Chorus: Luis Santiago & Jadakiss]
Now you gotta be careful in my town now (Yeah)
You know I'm the man with my crown on (Yeah)
My goons pull your skirt and fuck a clown up (Yeah)
We built this empire from the ground up (Yeah)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (Ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (Ground up)
Ground up (ground up), a grounder (Grounder)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (HA-HAAAEEH!)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh, now what?
I got the regulators to mount up
Go ahead and thank us for elevating the town up
That boy 'Kiss is a bastard, you gotta see him
He giving out free caskets and mausoleums
My first tour, I copped work off my per diem
Emotional motherfuckers hurt, that's a EM
At least a quarter mil' for the V, the for-eign
Some niggas that'll kill you for free just off a DM
Damn shame what they did to his body
You know me, I keep a alibi, slid to the party
Mingle with a couple skeezers, dark Caesar, Ducatis
To top it off, all white so they could see that I'm godly
Yeah, crooked niggas get set straight
When you increase the death rate, it's less hate
Mmm, real niggas can relate though
True master of ceremonies, what's the ratio?
Impossible for me to get full off your plate, bro
I ain't tryna make new friends, I'm tryna make dough
And they gon' do what I say so
(Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)
That's the Camp Crystal Lake flow
Now you gotta be careful in my town now (Yeah)
You know I'm the man with my crown on (Yeah)
My goons pull your skirt and fuck a clown up (Yeah)
We built this empire from the ground up (Yeah)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (Ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (Ground up)
Ground up (ground up), a grounder (Grounder)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (HA-HAAAEEH!)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh, now what?
I got the regulators to mount up
Go ahead and thank us for elevating the town up
That boy 'Kiss is a bastard, you gotta see him
He giving out free caskets and mausoleums
My first tour, I copped work off my per diem
Emotional motherfuckers hurt, that's a EM
At least a quarter mil' for the V, the for-eign
Some niggas that'll kill you for free just off a DM
Damn shame what they did to his body
You know me, I keep a alibi, slid to the party
Mingle with a couple skeezers, dark Caesar, Ducatis
To top it off, all white so they could see that I'm godly
Yeah, crooked niggas get set straight
When you increase the death rate, it's less hate
Mmm, real niggas can relate though
True master of ceremonies, what's the ratio?
Impossible for me to get full off your plate, bro
I ain't tryna make new friends, I'm tryna make dough
And they gon' do what I say so
(Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)
That's the Camp Crystal Lake flow
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