Can’t Hurt My Style Cam'ron

Hook:
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cuz you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cuz you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's

Verse 1:
I got the stainless, the stainless know how to work the fire
I'll leave you brainless then famous, more murder murder guys
My chain, my ring, my chain, my watch, it might hurt ya eyes
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop, baby come work them thighs
I know that coke the iaina, ya know, birds or pies
Bad work, a bloodbath, niggas deserve to die
Look dude, I'm the Dean, don't mean to hurt ya pride
You the wanksta, I'm gangsta, certified
Get with me, physically I'll take you out your misery
My bracelet is Time Square, necklace a Christmas tree
The piece you see across the entire state children
The night version of the Empire State Building
Let's dead the convo, pronto, go condo for condo
Better yet shot for shot, John Doe for John Doe
Y mano y mano, I'm Don Juan Demarco
With the magic wand, beyond, tell 'em get and begone you