All I Really Wanted Cam'Ron & A-Trak

[Intro]
Ayo, A-Trak
We ain't want a lot, man
All we wanted was a fair shot, man
Know where I'm from the numbers stacked against us, man

[Verse 1]
In high school, I was on the court getting buckets, swish
Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this
The art of getting money, man, my motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with
Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist
Love, I get to stubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it
They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (Adios)
Curved all the talks show, never doing Unsung
Mary J., '92, hеre's the 411
I am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed
Hud 6, Googlе it, forgot where I come from?
Walked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum
If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, "Yum yum" (Grr)
Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run
Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'

[Chorus]
(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect
(All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect
(All I really wanted) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal
(All I really wanted) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal