C.F.W.U. Cam'ron (Ft. Hell Rell & Jim Jones)

[Produced by: AraabMuzik]

[Verse 1: Cam’ron]
Yo, I had a dream Hud 6
Said 'Killa Yo, killa, you put the real in rap'
And your style, man your style, he be stealin’ that'
And those niggas uptown, we gon’ be feelin’ that
But with that deep shit
You gon’ be feelin’ that Fuck the schools
Jumped in and pushed the ceiling back
And if it tires like the orange
I was peelin’ that
Pardon my absence
I was spendin’ too much time
In the Aspens, killin’ ‘em off with asprin
I ain’t talkin’ slopes
When I say skeet up
And this movie money got me with my feet up
Percentage do come in
I should name it the re-up
We up, TBE, no-one can defeat me Shawn
That nigga money made
The weather don’t matter, I fly to a sunny day
I backed out fact, man
Who wanna come and play?
You ain’t got to run away, british
Go put the gun away
I’m gone
I smoke spliffs
On my lawn
I'm slicker than the Fonz
With more kicks than Solange
Cool shit, waistline
Full clip them off Finish with the judges
With tha’ bullshit they on
We started gifts with a train
Dealt with part of the team